Luyện nghe bài hát Reelishymn

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

Verse

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

Having to in my shoes ain't 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 gonna kill me
And fuck a plaque, all I want is a niggas dap
And enough 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 classic - nobody it:
So, rap is
And blowing up sounds redundant
But talks and bullshit does 9 flat in the hundred
And goddamn if I don't my wallets in danger
So I'm coming out like unborn baby's with
And chronic stress is comtemplated so fuck being high Ras Kass is

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

Two:

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

Like the coronal
So I truly fat shit for the core audience
But sometimes I does it really exist?
true lyricists in hip-hop Joe Public be dissin
Niggas relate
Elevate and its like elevator music
'cause' nigga listen
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 principle over profit
But good intentions are micropic to fat pockets
Exploitation is oldest occupation
And it's the task of Jamaican chicken a nigga gets jerked
me to revert to verses -
Versus snapping your neighborhood post 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 dick like
But what then, so now when niggas prop me I'm skeptical
Be'cause this rap shit is extremely
And with slight notoriety anxiety
Now I'm supposed to play celebrity when nobody me at my D.O.B
And reps wanna play me;
But I'm familar record company rule #4080:
Luther and Sadie for talking food out my babies mouth denying sample

I'm my mind
Outter experience it's paranormal
I say it ain't all though
So fuck the world with an 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, check it, 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 going out of my head, the reelishymn
Well, I I'm x 7, Yes, I think I'm x 7...