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

Raw on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you
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

What's happening? baptism by pastor black lip
I'm mashing across the
My movement
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
Wicked as Aleister
I might OD
Overly dedicated, just like my
Second to none in the first place, I a trophy
Doing whatever I please, it's like fuck feelings
Man I got so many flows, them come with ceilings
What's my name? They call me Ab-Soul, the abstract
I'm levitating, way too
Way too wavy for your
Ay man what's happening? Another baptism by black lip
I'm mashing across the
My movement
The backwoods the gas in it
You roll the raw, I spell it
Throw that wack shit up in the can

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

I'm going
nigga Soulo back in this hoe though
Oh no you Hulu, I run the show tho
Is it Voodoo? I don't know
But don't confuse me with
I'm the of
Spooky, hope army got lots of armor
Cuz we don't die, we multiply, divide and conquer
Remember when the battle called me a reject
I had all this heart and honor, demand my respect
Now I walk through like I'm a hero
Steps ahead and bread up, speaking of heroes
47 shit, fuck it, fly to the coast
Just to sag down Ave. quoting King Steelo
the pot, let me skill it
The temperature is
The make me nauseous
I was like a swami of Jay until he
Figured Dizzle admit that he would body him for a milli
I Kenny keep quiet, I'ma get him
We don't need dirt on your hands getting the key to the ya feel me
Hurts when your OG, who is to be a G-O-D
Is standing next to King Kunta feeling like
Moos what I gotta do
I'm just waiting on cue to take him to school boy!
all this wordplay
Top, tell these stooges I'm dangerous, keep away!

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

I'm Wiccan a wicked witch I need Alia Zin
To read
this one for my fellow Thelemites
About that life
You fucking right, I to
Stand up for my fucking
Out of sight, out of
leave insight in your brain
Got your synapses jumping jacks and all kind of things
I mean my subject range
Agartha, Dopamine, choppers, stick talk, Benihana, PF
Revelations
revolutionary
Shit you bump gives you goosebumps
'Cause the truth is
Do Thou Wilt
I'm not talented, I'm
I'm the darkest knight, with the shiniest
Would've attended to university, but it was to me
Because the universe is just a city to me