Luyện nghe bài hát Raw

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

What's happening? Another baptism by black lip
I'm mashing the masses
My massive
I'm low-key, a locksmith
Working on knees
You nosy, tap bands
Got fur on my toes be
I'm
Act like you me
Wicked as Crowley
I just OD
Overly dedicated, just like my
Second to none in the first place, I a trophy
Doing I please, it's like fuck your feelings
Man I got so many flows, them shits come ceilings
What's my name? call me Ab-Soul, the abstract asshole
I'm levitating, way too
Way too for your sandcastle

Ay man what's happening? Another baptism by black lip
I'm mashing across the
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 going
This nigga Soulo back in hoe though
Oh no you watchin' Hulu, I run the tho
Is it music? Voodoo? I don't
But don't me with D'Angelo
I'm the of
Spooky, hope your got lots of armor
Cuz we don't die, we multiply, divide and conquer
Remember the battle mongers called me a reject
I had all this heart and honor, demand my respect
Now I walk through C-A-R-son like I'm a
Steps ahead and bread up, speaking of heroes
47 shit, fuck it, fly to the beast
to sag down Troy Ave. quoting King Steelo
Pass the pot, let me it
The is scalding
The make me nauseous
I was like a swami of Jay until he
Figured Dizzle admit that he would body him for a milli
I told Kenny quiet, I'ma get him
We don't need dirt on your hands getting the key to the ya feel me
when your OG, who is supposed to be a G-O-D
Is standing next to Kunta feeling like Toby
Moos what I gotta do
I'm just waiting on your cue to him to school boy!
all this wordplay
Top, tell fucking stooges I'm dangerous, keep away!

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

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

I'm like a wicked witch I need Alia Zin
To Genesis
'Cause this one for my Thelemites
that fucking life
You right, I need to
Stand up for my rights
Out of sight, out of
Still leave insight in your
Got your synapses doing jacks and all kind of things
I check my subject range
Agartha, Dopamine, choppers, stick talk, Benihana, PF
reiterated
This
Shit you bump that you goosebumps
'Cause the truth is
Do What Wilt
I'm not talented, I'm
I'm the darkest knight, with the shield
Would've to university, but it was silly to me
Because the universe is just a city to me