Luyện nghe bài hát Raw (Backwards)

Raw on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you
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

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

Ay man what's happening? baptism by pastor black lip
I'm mashing across the
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 wanna hear that wack shit no
No
No more, no
No more, no

I'm loco
nigga Soulo back in this hoe though
Oh no you watchin' Hulu, I run the tho
Is it music? Voodoo? I know
But don't confuse me with
I'm the of
Spooky, hope your army got of armor
Cuz we don't die, we just multiply, and conquer
Remember when the mongers called me a reject
'Till I had all this heart and honor, my respect
Now I walk through C-A-R-son like I'm a
ahead and stacking bread up, speaking of heroes
47 shit, fuck it, fly to the beast
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 of Jay Electronica until he
Figured Dizzle admit that he would body him for a milli
I told keep quiet, I'ma get him
We don't dirt on your hands getting the key to the city ya feel me
Hurts your OG, who is supposed to be a G-O-D
Is standing to King Kunta feeling like Toby
Moos I gotta do boy?
I'm just waiting on cue to take him to school boy!
Fuck all wordplay
Top, these fucking stooges I'm dangerous, keep away!

Ay man what's happening? Another baptism by black lip
I'm across the masses
My movement
The with the gas in it
You roll the raw, I spell it
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 like a wicked I need Alia Zin
To read
'Cause one for my fellow Thelemites
About that life
You fucking right, I to
up for my fucking rights
Out of sight, out of
Still leave insight in brain
Got your synapses doing jumping jacks and all of things
I mean check my subject
Agartha, Dopamine, choppers, stick talk, Benihana, PF
Revelations
This
Shit you bump that gives you
'Cause the is scary
Do What Thou
I'm not talented, I'm
I'm the knight, with the shiniest shield
Would've to university, but it was silly to me
Because the whole universe is just a to me