Luyện nghe bài hát Reelishymn

Well I think I'm out of my head
Yes, I think I'm out of my head,
I think I'm, think I'm, I'm....
Life's a bitch then you never back...
Yo! the realness...

Verse

I'm a shadow of my former
So when the sun west,
I and slap box with hip-hop;
'cause its much harder to get props than it is to off and flop
I dues til I paid do nots.
And will will what you say affect the outcome --
See, momma always told me opinions are assholes;
'cause has got one.
But you couldn't me shit if I stepped in it.
Once I psychosis, paranormal, focus I perplex niggas and niggettes,
I play rap shit closer than gilettes against the neck and juglar vien
Blowing out my own fucking brain without projectiles,
when I project styles and meanwhile, existence is a life sentence
And since I'm I take the risk, forced to hustle
''cause raw power moves, require knowing I'm going out trife
Already got one strike, two more and that's without possibility of

Having to stroll in my ain't easy
Lookin' forward to 3 from a cell block fuckin' my fifi nigga feel me?
''cause if it ain't the sticks I hit this hypertension's gonna kill me
And fuck a platinum plaque, all I want is a dap
And enough snaps to put on my daughters back Steph.
See this without an optometrist I'm stuck in the middle of this -
Like ya gynacologist.
a radio hit - headz criticize it;
Underground classic - buys it:
So, rap is
And everything blowing up redundant
But money talks and bullshit does 9 in the hundred
And goddamn if I don't slam my in danger
So I'm coming out like baby's with hangers
And chronic stress is so fuck being high Ras Kass is elevated

Well I think I'm out of my head, reelishymn, reelishymn
Yes, I think I'm going out of my head, reelishymn,
I think I'm going out of my head
Yes, I think I'm out of my head

Two:

Who can I blame 'cause my skull can't contain thought waves
My syntax hydroplanes as though my
Slides over liquidated grains of asphault caught calluses
Over analysis to paralysis, mediocrity my nemesis
Try to fuck every radical feminist I meet, it engage and defeat
That's the reason why black men hide in the womb,
'cause life is all taxes and
So as flesh and bone I zone my thoughts explode with rap syntax;
That'll wax to the past, and present the of Ras Kass lies in the

Like the coronal
So I write truly fat shit for the audience
But I wonder does it really exist?
'cause true lyricists in hip-hop Joe Public be
Niggas don't
Elevate and its treated like music
'cause' nigga don't
But ridicle is the burden of
Have you ever seen this socioeconomic gullitine
A nigga's hopes and
And now I'm lead to believe that is all about CREAM
I'm living a life idealistically principle over
But realistically good intentions are micropic to fat
Exploitation is world's occupation
And it's the task of Jamaican chicken when a gets jerked
me to revert to verses -
Versus snapping your neighborhood post office worker
(Before the and Rappages)
Niggas said my rhyme wasn't fly now I have the juice like Epps
And I
Fools be on my dick like
But what before then, so now niggas prop me I'm skeptical
Be'cause rap shit is extremely unethical
And with slight notoriety comes
Now I'm supposed to play celebrity when nobody me at my D.O.B
And label reps play me;
But I'm familar with company rule #4080:
Fuck Luther and Sadie for talking food out my babies mouth denying

I'm losing my
body experience it's paranormal
I say it ain't all though
So the world with an AIDS infected dildo (doggy style)
Life's a bitch named monogamy -- you get one --
I'm trapped in this of pathology

And I think I'm going out of my head, it, reelishymn, reelishymn
Yes, I I'm going out of my head, check it out, reelishymn,

Well I think I'm going out of my head, reelishymn,
Yes, I think I'm out of my head, it's the reelishymn
Well, I I'm x 7, Yes, I think I'm x 7...