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

What's happening? Another baptism by pastor lip
I'm across the masses
My massive
I'm low-key, a locksmith
on both knees
You nosy, wire tap
Got fur on my toes be
I'm
Act like you me
Wicked as Crowley
I just OD
Overly dedicated, like my homie
to none in the first place, I need a trophy
Doing whatever I please, like fuck your feelings
Man I got so many flows, 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 happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip
I'm across the masses
My massive
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 hear that wack no more
No
No more, no
No more, no

I'm loco
This nigga Soulo in this hoe though
Oh no you watchin' Hulu, I run the tho
Is it Voodoo? I don't know
But don't confuse me with
I'm the of
Spooky, hope your got lots of armor
Cuz we die, we just multiply, divide and conquer
Remember when the battle called me a reject
'Till I had all heart and honor, demand my respect
Now I walk C-A-R-son like I'm a hero
Steps ahead and stacking bread up, of heroes
47 shit, it, fly to the beast coast
Just to sag down Troy Ave. quoting King
the pot, let me skill it
The temperature is
The novices make me
I was a swami of Jay Electronica until he
Dizzle 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 city ya me
when your OG, who is supposed to be a G-O-D
Is standing next to King Kunta like Toby
Moos I gotta do boy?
I'm just on your cue to take him to school boy!
Fuck all this
Top, tell these fucking I'm dangerous, keep away!

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

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

I'm Wiccan like a witch I need Alia Zin
To read
'Cause this one for my fellow
About fucking life
You right, I need to
Stand up for my rights
Out of sight, out of
Still insight in your brain
Got your synapses doing jumping jacks and all kind of
I mean check my range
Agartha, Dopamine, choppers, stick talk, Benihana, PF
reiterated
This
you bump that gives you goosebumps
'Cause the truth is
Do What Wilt
I'm not talented, I'm
I'm the darkest knight, with the shield
Would've attended to university, but it was to me
Because the whole universe is a city to me