Luyện nghe bài hát Reelishymn

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

Verse

I'm a of my former self
So when the sun west,
I and slap box with hip-hop;
its much harder to get props than it is to fall off and flop
I payed til I paid do nots.
And will never will what you say the outcome --
See, momma always me opinions are like assholes;
everyone has got one.
But you couldn't tell me if I stepped in it.
Once I enter psychosis, paranormal, focus I perplex and niggettes,
I play this rap shit closer than gilettes the neck and juglar vien
Blowing out my own fucking without lead projectiles,
Bled I project styles and meanwhile, existence is a life sentence
And since I'm broke I the risk, forced to hustle
''cause raw power moves, muscle knowing I'm going out trife
Already got one strike, two more and that's life without of

Having to stroll in my shoes easy
forward to 3 hots from a cell block fuckin' my fifi nigga feel me?
''cause if it ain't the cancer sticks I hit this hypertension's kill me
And fuck a plaque, all I want is a niggas dap
And snaps to put clothes on my daughters back Steph.
See this without an I'm stuck in the middle of this bitch -
Like ya gynacologist.
Make a radio hit - headz it;
Underground classic - nobody it:
So, rap is
And everything blowing up redundant
But money talks and bullshit 9 flat in the hundred
And if I don't slam my wallets in danger
So I'm coming out like unborn baby's with
And chronic stress is comtemplated so fuck being high Ras is elevated

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

Two:

Who can I blame my skull can't contain these thought waves
My syntax as though my brain
Slides over grains of asphault caught cranial calluses
Over analysis leads to paralysis, my nemesis
Try to fuck every radical I meet, call it engage and defeat
That's the reason why black men in the womb, homes
'cause life is all and tombstones
So as flesh and bone I zone my thoughts with rap shranel syntax;
wax to the past, and present the future of Ras Kass lies in the

Like the coronal
So I write truly fat shit for the core
But I wonder does it really exist?
'cause lyricists in hip-hop Joe Public be dissin
don't relate
Elevate and its like elevator music
'cause' don't listen
But ridicle is the of genius
Have you ever seen this socioeconomic rip?
A nigga's hopes and
And now I'm lead to believe that is all about CREAM
I'm living a life idealistically principle profit
But realistically intentions are micropic to fat pockets
is world's oldest occupation
And it's the task of Jamaican when a nigga gets jerked
Causing me to to verses -
Versus snapping your neighborhood post office worker
(Before the and Rappages)
said my rhyme wasn't fly now I have the juice like Omar Epps
And I
be on my dick like foreskin
But what before then, so now when prop me I'm skeptical
Be'cause rap shit is extremely unethical
And with slight notoriety anxiety
Now I'm to play celebrity when nobody celebrated me at my D.O.B
And reps wanna play me;
But I'm familar with record company #4080:
Fuck Luther and Sadie for talking food out my babies denying sample

I'm losing my
Outter body it's paranormal
I say it all good though
So fuck the world with an AIDS infected (doggy style)
Life's a bitch named monogamy -- you get one --
I'm trapped in this path of

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

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