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 you never come back...
Yo! the realness...

One:

I'm a of my former self
So the sun sets west,
I rock and box with hip-hop;
'cause its much harder to get props it is to fall off and flop
I dues til I paid do nots.
And will will what you say affect the outcome --
See, always told me opinions are like assholes;
'cause has got one.
But you couldn't tell me shit if I in it.
Once I psychosis, paranormal, focus I perplex niggas and niggettes,
I play this rap closer than gilettes 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 broke I the risk, forced to hustle
''cause raw power moves, require muscle knowing I'm out trife
Already got one strike, two more and that's life possibility of

Having to stroll in my ain't easy
forward to 3 hots 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 is a niggas dap
And enough to put clothes 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 - nobody it:
So, rap is
And everything blowing up sounds
But money talks and bullshit does 9 in the hundred
And goddamn if I don't my wallets in danger
So I'm coming out like unborn baby's 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 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 my skull can't contain these thought waves
My syntax as though my brain
Slides over liquidated of asphault caught cranial calluses
Over analysis leads to paralysis, my nemesis
Try to fuck every radical feminist I meet, call it and defeat
That's the why black men hide in the womb, homes
'cause life is all and tombstones
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 Kass in the

Like the coronal
So I write truly fat for the core audience
But I wonder does it really exist?
'cause true in hip-hop Joe Public be dissin
Niggas relate
Elevate and its treated elevator music
'cause' don't listen
But ridicle is the of genius
Have you seen this socioeconomic gullitine rip?
A nigga's hopes and
And now I'm lead to believe that life is all CREAM
I'm a life idealistically principle over profit
But realistically good intentions are micropic to fat
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 wasn't fly now I have the juice like Omar
And I
Fools be on my dick foreskin
But what before then, so now when 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 label wanna play me;
But I'm familar with record rule #4080:
Fuck Luther and Sadie for talking food out my babies mouth sample

I'm my mind
body 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 in this path of pathology

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

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