Luyện nghe bài hát Raw (Backwards)

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 on all you rappers
Raw on all you rappers

What's happening? Another baptism by pastor lip
I'm mashing across the
My massive
I'm low-key, like a
Working on knees
You nosy, wire tap
Got fur on my toes be
I'm
Act you know me
as Aleister Crowley
I might OD
Overly dedicated, like my homie
Second to none in the place, I need a trophy
Doing whatever I please, it's fuck your feelings
Man I got so many flows, them shits with ceilings
What's my name? They me Ab-Soul, the abstract asshole
I'm levitating, way too
Way too wavy for sandcastle

Ay man what's happening? baptism by pastor black lip
I'm mashing the masses
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 loco
nigga Soulo back in this hoe though
Oh no you Hulu, I run the show tho
Is it music? I don't know
But don't confuse me D'Angelo
I'm the of
Spooky, hope army got lots of armor
Cuz we die, we just multiply, divide and conquer
when the battle mongers called me a reject
'Till I had all heart 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 beast
Just to sag down Troy Ave. quoting 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 Kenny keep quiet, I'ma get him
We don't need dirt on your hands the key to the city ya feel me
when your OG, who is supposed to be a G-O-D
Is standing next to King Kunta feeling Toby
Moos what I gotta do
I'm just waiting on your cue to him to school boy!
all this wordplay
Top, these fucking stooges I'm dangerous, keep away!

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

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

I'm Wiccan a wicked witch I need Alia Zin
To read
'Cause one for my fellow Thelemites
About that life
You fucking right, I to
Stand up for my fucking
Out of sight, out of
Still leave in your brain
Got your synapses doing jacks and all kind of things
I check my subject range
Agartha, Dopamine, choppers, talk, Benihana, PF Chang's
reiterated
This
Shit you bump that gives you
'Cause the truth is
Do What Wilt
I'm not talented, I'm
I'm the knight, with the shiniest shield
attended to university, but it was silly to me
Because the whole is just a city to me