Luyện nghe bài hát Raw (Backwards)

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

What's happening? Another baptism by black lip
I'm across the masses
My movement
I'm low-key, a locksmith
on both knees
You nosy, wire tap
Got fur on where my be
I'm
Act you know me
as Aleister Crowley
I might OD
Overly dedicated, like my homie
Second to none in the first place, I need a
Doing whatever I please, it's like fuck 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 wavy for sandcastle

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

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

I'm loco
This nigga Soulo back in hoe though
Oh no you Hulu, I run the show tho
Is it music? I don't know
But confuse me with 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 battle mongers called me a
'Till I had all this heart and honor, demand my
Now I through C-A-R-son like I'm a hero
Steps ahead and bread up, speaking of heroes
47 shit, fuck it, fly to the beast
Just to sag down Ave. quoting King Steelo
the pot, let me skill it
The is scalding
The make me nauseous
I was a swami of Jay Electronica until he
Figured Dizzle wouldn't admit that he would 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 your OG, who is supposed to be a G-O-D
Is next to King 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 mashing across the
My massive
The with the gas in it
You roll the raw, I spell it
Throw that shit up in the trash can

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

I'm Wiccan like a witch I need Alia Zin
To read
'Cause one for my fellow Thelemites
About that life
You right, I need to
Stand up for my fucking
Out of sight, out of
leave insight in your brain
Got your synapses doing jacks and all kind of things
I mean check my subject
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 knight, with the shiniest shield
Would've attended to university, but it was to me
Because the universe is just a city to me