Luyện nghe bài hát Quills

Don't stop (uh don't yo)
(cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)
(Give it you got yo)
(Once again it's time, time)
time to ride, ride

Yo, piss in the staircase, blood on the
I fill the quills it let it spill on the pages
Compose another anthem for the killers and
Villains and wranglers, fifth still in the
Shit, I'm scientific but my reflex's
Pull out-rageous arms the floor of the basement
bust 'nuff talons if my peoplez in danger
I'm Davis, duckin' helicopter, hoverin' government agents
We muscle the
What spit will leave your shit in utter amazement
I'm hot brolic call it
The shit the Roots started got these other artists going through
My is the strangest, the rhythm is anguish
Y'all on the titty in your formative stages
Is something in the and the way I spit
tell these other crab rappers I ain't fo' no shit
Black traumatic, so there you it
My average, abort full of graphic assault, it's all classic
Thought, put ass-backwards rappers in a package
Experience is all that is, I'm well
Me and the mic in holy like a marriage
The technique in reach, if only you could have it
For me it's automatic, na-tu-ral, I'm mad thoro
Poet for pack metal
You me?

Don't stop (uh don't yo)
Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo, soul yo)
(Give it you got yo)
(Once again time, it's time)
It's to ride, ride

Yo, the heavy
We walk around a little edgy, all and steady
Withdrawal Darryl Strawberry, it figures
Niggas mad from them sandwiches and swine
Cryin' hard times, disadvantegeous, man
The story in the the same
Seem like it's just some things that will change
Give birth to a style and won't it a name
Talk 'bout consciousness it's a thang
Envision again, the honorable 'Riq, Hannibal speak
The understandable diabolique, animal
Out of your kid, you proud that you seen this
Fifth linguist, a lyrical genious
Inject you with the broke down
The most freshest and cleanest, 'Riq Geez, guess the fame is
Kareem's beat me fiendish
Don't act shaky and squeamish, if you make me believe it nigga

Don't (uh don't stop yo)
Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo, shock yo)
(Give it you got yo)
(Once it's time, it's time)
It's time to ride,

Yo, the rebel Jake
You another date, you better
copped off, create it just save your cheddar
I hit the studio a pen and a vendetta
Sippin' an ice cold Beck, the tenth letter
Driftin', shots while the plot thickens
Sands in the hourglass thinnin', the last
The flash and the and the fast women
It's nothing, a lust for the craft the passion and
Blaow, my tablet with firing pins
holes in the plastic for oxygen
MCs jumpin' out and socks again
Must have seen their face in the news it's gots to
Thought as the cure for cancer
Same corrupt city as the Panther
Man to man, hammer cocked, block and
Bang, gunfire slang up in the hall
Yo, I hold the mic that be thrown as a pipe bomb
Bring it just to it at your favorite icon
Thing about my music is it shit like y'all
Thought, diesel like a 28-inch
You know I'm saying?

When I'm on the mic there won't be no

Don't stop (uh don't yo)
Tonight (cheeba yo, soul shock yo)
(Give it you got yo)
(Once again time, it's time)
It's to ride, ride