Luyện nghe bài hát Reelishymn

Well I think I'm going out of my
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...

One:

I'm a of my former self
So when the sun west,
I rock and 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 never will you say affect the outcome --
See, momma always told me opinions are assholes;
everyone has got one.
But you couldn't me shit if I stepped in it.
Once I enter psychosis, paranormal, focus I perplex and niggettes,
I play rap shit closer than gilettes against the neck and juglar vien
Blowing out my own fucking brain lead projectiles,
Bled when I project and meanwhile, existence is a life sentence
And since I'm I take the risk, forced to hustle
''cause raw power moves, require muscle I'm going out trife
Already got one strike, two more and life without possibility of

Having to in my shoes ain't easy
Lookin' forward to 3 hots from a block fuckin' my fifi nigga feel me?
''cause if it ain't the cancer I hit this hypertension's gonna kill me
And fuck a platinum plaque, all I want is a dap
And snaps to put clothes on my daughters back Steph.
See this an optometrist I'm stuck in the middle of this bitch -
ya momma's gynacologist.
Make a radio hit - criticize it;
Underground - nobody buys it:
So, rap is
And blowing up sounds redundant
But money talks and does 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 so fuck being high Ras Kass is elevated

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

Verse

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

Like the coronal
So I write truly fat shit for the core
But sometimes I wonder does it exist?
'cause true lyricists in hip-hop Joe Public be
don't relate
Elevate and its treated elevator music
nigga don't listen
But ridicle is the burden of
Have you ever seen socioeconomic gullitine rip?
A nigga's and dreams
And now I'm lead to believe life is all about CREAM
I'm a life idealistically principle over profit
But realistically good intentions are micropic to fat
Exploitation is world's occupation
And it's the task of Jamaican chicken when a nigga jerked
me to revert to verses -
Versus snapping like your neighborhood office worker
(Before the and Rappages)
Niggas said my rhyme fly now I have the juice like Omar Epps
And I
Fools be on my like foreskin
But what before then, so now when niggas me I'm skeptical
this rap shit is extremely unethical
And with notoriety comes anxiety
Now I'm supposed to play celebrity when celebrated me at my D.O.B
And label wanna play me;
But I'm familar record company rule #4080:
Fuck Luther and Sadie for talking food out my babies denying sample

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

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