Luyện nghe bài hát Raw

Raw on all you rappers
Raw on all you rappers
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? baptism by pastor black lip
I'm mashing across the
My movement
I'm low-key, like a
on both knees
You nosy, tap bands
Got fur on where my be
I'm
Act you know me
Wicked as Crowley
I might OD
Overly dedicated, just like my
Second to none in the place, I need a trophy
Doing whatever I please, like fuck your feelings
Man I got so many flows, shits come with ceilings
What's my name? call me Ab-Soul, the abstract asshole
I'm levitating, way too
Way too wavy for your

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

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

I'm loco
This nigga back in this hoe though
Oh no you Hulu, I run the show tho
Is it Voodoo? I don't know
But don't confuse me D'Angelo
I'm the of
Spooky, hope your army got of armor
Cuz we don't die, we just multiply, divide and
Remember when the battle called me a reject
'Till I had all this heart and honor, my respect
Now I walk through like I'm a hero
Steps ahead and stacking bread up, speaking of
47 shit, fuck it, fly to the coast
Just to sag down Ave. quoting King Steelo
the pot, let me skill it
The temperature is
The make me nauseous
I was like a swami of Jay Electronica he
Dizzle wouldn't admit that he would body him for a milli
I told keep quiet, I'ma get him
We don't need on your hands getting the key to the city ya feel me
Hurts when your OG, who is to be a G-O-D
Is standing next to King Kunta feeling Toby
Moos what I 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 mashing the masses
My massive
The with the gas in it
You the raw, I spell it backwards
Throw that wack up in the trash can

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

I'm Wiccan like a wicked I need Alia Zin
To read
'Cause one for my fellow Thelemites
About that fucking
You fucking right, I to
Stand up for my rights
Out of sight, out of
Still insight in your brain
Got your synapses jumping jacks and all kind of things
I mean my subject range
Agartha, Dopamine, choppers, stick talk, Benihana, PF
Revelations
This
you bump that gives you goosebumps
'Cause the truth is
Do What Wilt
I'm not talented, I'm
I'm the darkest knight, with the shiniest
Would've to university, but it was silly to me
Because the whole is just a city to me