Luyện nghe bài hát Raw

Raw on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you
Raw on all you rappers
Raw on all you rappers
Raw on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you
Raw backwards on all you
Raw on all you rappers

happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip
I'm mashing across the
My movement
I'm low-key, like a
Working on knees
You nosy, wire tap
Got fur on my toes be
I'm
Act like you me
Wicked as Aleister
I just OD
Overly dedicated, like my homie
Second to in the first place, I need a trophy
Doing whatever I please, it's like fuck your
Man I got so many flows, shits come with ceilings
What's my name? They call me Ab-Soul, the abstract
I'm levitating, way too
Way too wavy for sandcastle

Ay man what's happening? Another baptism by black lip
I'm across the masses
My movement
The backwoods the gas in it
You the raw, I spell it backwards
Throw that shit up in the trash can

We don't wanna hear wack shit no more
No
No more, no
No more, no

I'm loco
This Soulo back in this hoe though
Oh no you watchin' Hulu, I run the tho
Is it music? I don't know
But don't me with D'Angelo
I'm the of
Spooky, hope your got lots of armor
Cuz we don't die, we just multiply, and conquer
Remember when the battle mongers called me a
I had all this heart and honor, demand my respect
Now I walk C-A-R-son like I'm a hero
Steps ahead and stacking bread up, of heroes
47 shit, it, fly to the beast coast
Just to sag Troy Ave. quoting King Steelo
the pot, let me skill it
The temperature is
The make me nauseous
I was a swami of Jay Electronica until he
Figured Dizzle wouldn't admit that he would body him for a
I Kenny keep quiet, I'ma get him
We don't need dirt on your getting the key to the city ya feel me
when your OG, who is supposed to be a G-O-D
Is standing next to Kunta feeling like Toby
what I gotta do boy?
I'm just waiting on cue to take him to school boy!
all this wordplay
Top, tell these fucking stooges I'm dangerous, away!

Ay man what's Another baptism by pastor black lip
I'm mashing across the
My movement
The with the gas in it
You roll the raw, I spell it
Throw that wack up in the trash can

We don't wanna hear wack shit no more
No
No more, no
No more, no

I'm Wiccan like a wicked witch I need Zin
To Genesis
'Cause this one for my fellow
About fucking life
You right, I need to
up for my fucking rights
Out of sight, out of
Still insight in your brain
Got your synapses doing jumping jacks and all of things
I mean my subject range
Agartha, Dopamine, choppers, talk, Benihana, PF Chang's
reiterated
This
Shit you that gives you goosebumps
'Cause the is scary
Do What Thou
I'm not talented, I'm
I'm the darkest knight, with the shiniest
attended to university, but it was silly to me
Because the whole universe is a city to me