Luyện nghe bài hát RAW (Backwards) (Jay Electronica Diss)

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

What's happening? baptism by pastor black lip
I'm across the masses
My massive
I'm low-key, a locksmith
on both knees
You nosy, tap bands
Got fur on my toes be
I'm
Act you know me
as Aleister Crowley
I just OD
Overly dedicated, just like my
to none in the first place, I need a trophy
Doing whatever I please, it's fuck your feelings
Man I got so many flows, shits come with ceilings
What's my They call me Ab-Soul, the abstract asshole
I'm levitating, way too
Way too wavy for sandcastle
Ay man what's happening? Another by pastor black lip
I'm mashing across the
My movement
The backwoods the gas in it
You the raw, I spell it backwards
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 this hoe
Oh no you watchin' Hulu, I run the tho
Is it music? Voodoo? I don't
But don't confuse me D'Angelo
I'm the of
Spooky, hope your army got of armor
Cuz we don't die, we just multiply, divide and
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 ahead and stacking bread up, speaking of
47 shit, fuck it, fly to the beast
to sag down Troy Ave. quoting King Steelo
Pass the pot, let me it
The is scalding
The novices me nauseous
I was like a swami of Jay until he
Figured wouldn't admit that he would body him for a milli
I told Kenny quiet, I'ma get him
We don't need dirt on your hands getting the key to the ya feel me
Hurts when 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 cue to take him to school boy!
all this wordplay
Top, these fucking stooges I'm dangerous, keep away!

Ay man what's happening? Another baptism by black lip
I'm mashing the masses
My movement
The backwoods the gas in it
You roll the raw, I spell it
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 Wiccan a wicked witch I need Alia Zin
To Genesis
'Cause one for my fellow Thelemites
About fucking life
You fucking right, I to
Stand up for my fucking
Out of sight, out of
Still leave insight in your
Got your synapses doing jumping and all kind of things
I mean check my subject
Agartha, Dopamine, choppers, stick talk, Benihana, PF
reiterated
This
you bump that gives you goosebumps
'Cause the truth is
Do Thou Wilt
I'm not talented, I'm
I'm the darkest knight, with the shiniest
attended to university, but it was silly to me
Because the whole universe is a city to me