Luyện nghe bài hát Quills

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

Yo, piss in the staircase, on the pavement
I fill the quills it let it spill on the pages
Compose another anthem for the and manglers
Villains and wranglers, still in the chamber
Shit, I'm but my reflex's gangsta
Pull arms from the floor of the basement
Then bust 'nuff talons if my in danger
I'm Larry Davis, duckin' helicopter, hoverin' government
We the language
What 'Riq spit will leave your shit in utter
I'm hot call it contagious
The shit the started got these other artists going through changes
My vision is the strangest, the rhythm is
Y'all niggas on the titty in formative stages
Is in the iris and the way I spit
That tell these crab rappers I ain't fo' no shit
Black traumatic, so there you it
My battin' average, abort of graphic assault, it's all classic
Thought, put ass-backwards rappers in a small
is all that is, I'm well established
Me and the mic in matrimony like a marriage
The technique in reach, if only you could have it
For me it's automatic, it's na-tu-ral, I'm mad
Poet for hired metal
You me?

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

Yo, the load
We walk a little edgy, all ready and steady
Withdrawal Darryl Strawberry, it figures
Niggas mad them ghetto sandwiches and swine
hard times, disadvantegeous, man listen
The in the ghetto 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 it's a different thang
again, the honorable 'Riq, general Hannibal speak
The understandable diabolique, style
Out of your dreams kid, you proud you seen this
Fifth supreme linguist, a genious
Inject you the broke down english
The most and cleanest, 'Riq Geez, guess what the fame is
Kareem's makin' me fiendish
Don't act shaky and squeamish, if you real me believe it nigga

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

Yo, the rebel Rivera
You felt date, you better
Don't copped off, create it just save your
I hit the studio with a pen and a
Sippin' an ice Beck, huffin' the tenth letter
Driftin', lickin while the plot thickens
Sands in the thinnin', the last inning
The flash and the and the fast women
nothing, a lust for the craft keep 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 gots to been
Thought as the cure for cancer
Same corrupt city as Mumia the
Man to man, hammer cocked, and standoff
Bang, gunfire slang up in the dance
Yo, I the mic that could be thrown as a pipe bomb
Bring it just to sling it at your icon
Thing about my music is it shit like y'all
Thought, diesel a 28-inch python
You what I'm saying?

When I'm on the mic there be no delayin'

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