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

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

What's happening? Another baptism by pastor lip
I'm across the masses
My massive
I'm low-key, like a
Working on both
You nosy, tap bands
Got fur on where my be
I'm
Act like you me
Wicked as Crowley
I might OD
dedicated, just like my homie
Second to none in the first place, I need a
Doing whatever I please, like fuck your feelings
Man I got so many flows, them come with ceilings
What's my name? call me Ab-Soul, the abstract asshole
I'm levitating, way too
Way too wavy for your
Ay man what's happening? Another baptism by pastor lip
I'm mashing the masses
My movement
The backwoods 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 wack shit no
No
No more, no
No more, no

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

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

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

I'm Wiccan like a wicked witch I Alia Zin
To read
'Cause one for my fellow Thelemites
About that life
You right, I need to
up for my fucking rights
Out of sight, out of
Still leave insight in your
Got your synapses jumping jacks and all kind of things
I check my subject range
Agartha, Dopamine, choppers, stick talk, Benihana, PF
Revelations
revolutionary
Shit you bump that gives you
the truth is scary
Do Thou Wilt
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