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, think I'm, I'm....
Life's a then you never come back...
Yo! the realness...

Verse

I'm a of my former self
So when the sun west,
I rock and slap box with
'cause its much to get props than it is to fall off and flop
I payed til I paid do nots.
And will will what you say affect the outcome --
See, momma always told me are like assholes;
everyone has got one.
But you tell me shit if I stepped in it.
Once I enter psychosis, paranormal, I perplex niggas and niggettes,
I this rap shit closer than gilettes against the neck and juglar vien
Blowing out my own fucking brain without 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, require muscle 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 hots from a cell block fuckin' my 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 enough snaps to put clothes on my daughters Steph.
See without an optometrist I'm stuck in the middle of this bitch -
ya momma's gynacologist.
Make a radio hit - headz it;
Underground classic - nobody it:
So, rap is
And everything blowing up sounds
But talks and bullshit does 9 flat in the hundred
And goddamn if I don't slam my in danger
So I'm coming out unborn baby's with hangers
And chronic stress is comtemplated so fuck 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,
Well I think I'm out of my head
Yes, I I'm going out of my head

Two:

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

Like the suture
So I write truly fat shit for the audience
But I wonder does it really exist?
'cause lyricists in hip-hop Joe Public be dissin
Niggas don't
Elevate and its like elevator music
'cause' nigga listen
But ridicle is the burden of
Have you ever seen socioeconomic gullitine rip?
A nigga's hopes and
And now I'm to believe that life is all about CREAM
I'm living a life idealistically principle profit
But realistically good intentions are to fat pockets
Exploitation is world's occupation
And it's the task of Jamaican when a nigga gets jerked
Causing me to revert to -
snapping like 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
Fools be on my dick like
But what before then, so now niggas prop me I'm skeptical
Be'cause this rap is extremely unethical
And with slight notoriety anxiety
Now I'm supposed to play when nobody celebrated me at my D.O.B
And label reps play me;
But I'm familar with record company rule
Fuck Luther and Sadie for talking food out my babies mouth denying

I'm losing my
Outter body it's paranormal
I say it all good though
So the world with an AIDS 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 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, it's the
Well, I I'm x 7, Yes, I think I'm x 7...