Luyện nghe bài hát Raw (Backwards)

Raw backwards on all you
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 happening? Another by pastor black lip
I'm mashing across the
My massive
I'm low-key, like a
Working on both
You nosy, wire tap
Got fur on where my be
I'm
Act you know me
Wicked as Crowley
I might OD
dedicated, just like my homie
Second to none in the place, I need a trophy
Doing I please, it's like fuck your feelings
Man I got so many flows, them shits come with
What's my name? They call me Ab-Soul, the abstract
I'm levitating, way too
Way too for your sandcastle

Ay man what's happening? Another baptism by pastor lip
I'm mashing the masses
My massive
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 shit no more
No
No more, no
No more, no

I'm going
This Soulo back in this 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 army got lots of armor
Cuz we don't die, we just multiply, and conquer
Remember when the battle called me a reject
'Till I had all this heart and honor, demand my
Now I walk through like I'm a hero
Steps and stacking bread up, speaking 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 is scalding
The novices make me
I was like a swami of Jay until he
Figured Dizzle admit that he would body him for a milli
I told keep quiet, I'ma get him
We don't need dirt on your getting the key to the city ya feel me
Hurts when your OG, who is supposed to be a
Is standing next to King Kunta feeling Toby
what I gotta do boy?
I'm waiting on your cue to take him to school boy!
all this wordplay
Top, tell these fucking stooges I'm dangerous, away!

Ay man what's happening? Another baptism by black lip
I'm across the masses
My massive
The backwoods 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 witch I need Alia Zin
To Genesis
'Cause this one for my Thelemites
that fucking life
You fucking right, I to
Stand up for my fucking
Out of sight, out of
Still leave insight in brain
Got synapses doing jumping jacks and all kind of things
I mean my subject range
Agartha, Dopamine, choppers, stick talk, Benihana, PF
reiterated
This
you bump that gives you goosebumps
'Cause the truth is
Do What Thou
I'm not talented, I'm
I'm the darkest knight, the shiniest shield
Would've attended to university, but it was to me
the whole universe is just a city to me