Luyện nghe bài hát Quills

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

Yo, in the staircase, blood on the pavement
I fill the quills it let it spill on the pages
Compose another anthem for the killers and
Villains and wranglers, fifth in the chamber
Shit, I'm scientific but my gangsta
Pull out-rageous from the floor of the basement
Then 'nuff talons if my peoplez in danger
I'm Davis, duckin' helicopter, hoverin' government agents
We the language
What 'Riq spit will leave your in utter amazement
I'm hot brolic call it
The the Roots started got these other artists going through changes
My vision is the strangest, the rhythm is
Y'all niggas on the titty in your stages
Is something in the and the way I spit
tell these other crab rappers I ain't fo' no shit
Black traumatic, so you have it
My battin' average, full of graphic assault, it's all classic
Thought, put rappers in a small package
Experience is all that is, I'm established
Me and the mic in holy matrimony like a
The in your 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 stop yo)
(cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)
(Give it you got yo)
(Once again time, it's time)
It's time to ride,

Yo, the load
We around a little edgy, all ready and steady
like Darryl Strawberry, it figures
Niggas mad from them sandwiches and swine
Cryin' times, disadvantegeous, man listen
The story in the the same
Seem it's just some things that never will change
Give birth to a style and won't it a name
Talk 'bout it's a different thang
Envision again, the honorable 'Riq, general Hannibal
The understandable diabolique, animal
Out of your dreams kid, you proud you seen this
Fifth linguist, a lyrical genious
Inject you with the broke down
The freshest and cleanest, 'Riq Geez, guess what the fame is
Kareem's makin' me fiendish
Don't act and squeamish, if you real make me believe it nigga

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

Yo, the rebel Jake
You felt date, you better
Don't copped off, create it just save cheddar
I hit the studio a pen and a vendetta
Sippin' an ice cold Beck, the tenth letter
Driftin', shots lickin while the thickens
in the hourglass thinnin', the last inning
The flash and the cash and the women
It's nothing, a lust for the craft the passion and
Blaow, kissin' my with firing pins
Poke holes in the plastic for
MCs out shoes and socks again
Must seen their face in the news it's gots to been
known as the cure for cancer
Same corrupt as Mumia the Panther
Man to man, hammer cocked, and standoff
Bang, gunfire slang up in the dance
Yo, I hold the mic that could be as a pipe bomb
Bring it just to sling it at your favorite
Thing about my music is it ain't shit y'all
Thought, diesel like a python
You what I'm saying?

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

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