Luyện nghe bài hát Rigamortis Remix

Alright, here we go, third take, real Ali

Got me breathing dragons
I'll crack the egg in basket, you bastard
I'm Manson with madness, now just imagine the magic
I light to asses, ask for your favorite rapper
(He dead) (Amen) Chuuch
(He dead) I him (Amen) Bitch
1]
And this is and it's gorgeous when you die
Ali recorded and I'm Morpheus, the Matrix of my
I'm out the orbit, you an orphan and a hairdresser
I'm on the toilet I rhyme if you the shit then I decline
I climax where you begin and I end on Cloud 9
And that's important you morph into a angel in the sky
And don't be forging all my signatures, my listeners and tell me
That you biting style, you got a of an appetite
And be here for a while just buckle up before the ride
Or knuckle up if you fight, we always making them duck or die
A suit and tie is suitable and in suicide
CSI, just might this fucking parasite
2]
(He dead, amen) That's what they me
Aim it at your celebrity, is studio felony
so many and cool enough for the 70's
Nigga, payback's a bitch and you been living in debt with me
That I more than especially, a call on his mother voicemail
To say that he rest in peace, bigger the recipe
Wrestling, that's rather rest at your residence
Whistling to the couldn't think of a better D
Better be on P and Q, it's just me Jay Rock, Soul and Q
So the system ain't barbeque, nothing else you can do
(He dead) Yup-yup (Amen) I him
(He dead) Haha (Amen)

3]
I rapped him and made him Casper, I the likes of NASA
My pedigree to fly past ya, I the weed to the pastor
We all are sinners, won't you send us to study faster
Your hypocrite-esque a blasphemy
I assassin my and it's casually done and tell 'em my salary come
A lump sum of hundreds don't talk to be 'bout no
The sun is under my feet and I come in to compete
I run if you rather leap, my statistics go up in weeks
And I go visit the creek and I get busy on many MC
ballistic, anybody can see any assistance, everybody done see
Some persistence, recognize I be really too vicious, the beast
And the demolition, breaking up the streets, better partition, dot your T
And I gon' mention, how the far you see, putting my in the rap industry
Everybody bitchin', getting mad at me, recognize in the battery
And I'm charged up and the catastrophe is charged up and the
And fucks, never could hassle me and y'all luck, just ran out you'll see
(He dead) Yup-yup (Amen) I
(He dead) For sure (Amen)

[Verse 4: Rhymes]
Pull Up, I'm parking my
That's I fuck it up badly
Frankly, I'm happy to tell
"Have manners the daddy"
I carry the Mackie
And put holes in you
Fuck you off in a hearse
send you off in a taxi
Have you bloody leaky looking you tampon or maxi
Retaliation talk: shut the up nigga
Exactly nasty the classy the how I'm on it
Don't ask me no kind of questions and
leave your face in a pantry
And gladly lump up your shit and bumpin your face up acne
Break your teeth, them with veneers bigger than Lil Scrappy
like growing my dread again
Letting my get nappy
me on a New York fitted
While reppin' like I'm a
If wanna front then I hit em and I tap em
Eat a nigga's like its a scampi
When it to bitch niggas, I'm a little bit a racist
Governor
Papi, the master, auntie
Pops was a bit manly, fuck all that aiming
I'mma hit him in the front, hit him in the
So
Then I gotta Bit-a-bit-a-bit-a-bit-a-beat a leave him in the alley
You don't really wanna know how you niggas be making me aggie
Organs in your drawers now you wearing your saggy
Haggling with scriptures, spittin, you should be happy
Gradually I hit you I split you and leave you sadly in a
Situation lay you out flatter than chicken
It's the God, you hear me talking you hear the raspy
And when it comes to murkin' you should never put past me!