Luyện nghe bài hát Raw

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

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

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

We wanna hear that wack shit no more
No
No more, no
No more, no

I'm loco
This nigga Soulo back in hoe though
Oh no you watchin' Hulu, I run the tho
Is it music? Voodoo? I don't
But confuse me with D'Angelo
I'm the of
Spooky, your army got lots of armor
Cuz we don't die, we just multiply, and conquer
when the battle mongers called me a reject
'Till I had all this and honor, demand my respect
Now I walk through C-A-R-son like I'm a
Steps and stacking bread up, speaking of heroes
47 shit, fuck it, fly to the coast
Just to sag down Troy Ave. King Steelo
the pot, let me skill it
The is scalding
The novices make me
I was a swami of Jay Electronica until he
Figured Dizzle wouldn't admit that he would body him for a
I told Kenny keep quiet, get him
We don't need dirt on your hands 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
Moos what I do boy?
I'm just waiting on cue to take him to school boy!
Fuck all wordplay
Top, tell these stooges I'm dangerous, keep away!

Ay man what's happening? baptism by pastor black lip
I'm mashing the masses
My massive
The backwoods the gas in it
You roll the raw, I it backwards
Throw that wack shit up in the 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 Thelemites
About that fucking
You right, I need to
up for my fucking rights
Out of sight, out of
leave insight in your brain
Got synapses doing jumping jacks and all kind of things
I mean my subject range
Agartha, Dopamine, choppers, talk, Benihana, PF Chang's
Revelations
This
Shit you bump that gives you
the truth is scary
Do Thou Wilt
I'm not talented, I'm
I'm the darkest knight, the shiniest shield
Would've to university, but it was silly to me
the whole universe is just a city to me