Luyện nghe bài hát Raw

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

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

Ay man what's happening? Another by pastor black lip
I'm mashing the masses
My movement
The with the gas in it
You roll the raw, I it backwards
that wack shit up in the trash can

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

I'm loco
This nigga Soulo in this hoe though
Oh no you watchin' Hulu, I run the tho
Is it Voodoo? I don't know
But don't confuse me D'Angelo
I'm the of
Spooky, hope your army got lots of
Cuz we don't die, we multiply, divide and conquer
Remember when the mongers called me a reject
'Till I had all this and honor, demand my respect
Now I through C-A-R-son like I'm a hero
ahead and stacking 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 temperature is
The make me nauseous
I was like a swami of Jay Electronica he
Figured Dizzle wouldn't admit that he body him for a milli
I told Kenny keep quiet, get him
We need dirt on your hands getting the key to the city ya feel me
Hurts 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 on your cue to take him to school boy!
Fuck all wordplay
Top, tell these fucking stooges I'm dangerous, away!

Ay man what's happening? Another baptism by pastor lip
I'm across the masses
My massive
The with 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 Wiccan like a wicked witch I need Zin
To read
'Cause this one for my fellow
About that fucking
You right, I need to
Stand up for my rights
Out of sight, out of
Still insight in your brain
Got your synapses doing jumping jacks and all of things
I check my subject range
Agartha, Dopamine, choppers, stick talk, Benihana, PF
Revelations
revolutionary
Shit you bump that you goosebumps
the truth is scary
Do Thou Wilt
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 just a to me