Luyện nghe bài hát Rocket Ships

Moving at the of a solution
Bleeding in the as we're breathing the pollution
saying that we need a revolution
But their passion is reduced to all-caps on a
Hey, every sixteen I make a scene
Blood splattered all on you like a Miskeen
niggas trippin' like mescaline and mixed greens
My flow cleaner than the Sistine,
You going green like Al Gore 'em
I make that got Malcolm in 'em
God's favorite, I'm as a doctor's patient
We live in a cold world, my job is to rock
My Elation, a celebration of rebels
Raise the and the decibels flagrant
It's too how we be blazing, son
Our flowers is the loudest, they crowd us
But cower in the of the towers, boy

Take a with it, bake the raw
Where the beats so
it's knuckles gon' scrape the floor
Make a call, all the ships taking off
Jah, Wu, gun playin' when we facing off

Yo, I plaster the nation, evacuation
My manifestation got 'em patient how I keeps it amazing
See, I'm the reason niggas need some
While I'm the pain and making it suitable for any occasion
I'm very engaging soon as I'm
Quickly back you up and bag your
She's me of Sanaa Lathan
Rely on the while I'm smiling and waiting
That's I embrace 'em
If you try to front, you'll be highly
The making of a classic, alrighty, I'll face it
My psyche is ancient and I'm hiring, so try me, I'm
Sorry, I'm lying, it, I'm back for the taking
I'm urgently niggas the courtesy of smashing their face in
(Damn, can you cut his mic off?)
See how we got 'em
they can't believe what we have in the making
Shit so historic, got me goin' for it while I bang the
And do niggas greasier a slab of bacon

Bitch, you still cooking this pork in house?
Stop cooking that damn pork in this
The going on in here?

a tour with it, bake the raw
Where the beats so
That it's knuckles gon' the floor
a call, all the rocket ships taking off
Jah, Wu, gun music playin' we facing off

These rap niggas is bitches, but suckers to me
Sacrifice myself for the music and let them through me
Your product is nothing to me
I only feel when I fuck with Louis
Yep, I get buck in the like I'm Evil Dee
Pulling strings like the Muppet
Shining my light like Mos calling his Umi
the hottest regardless of who's flaming?
We ain't talkin' the best until you mention my name
Who're you kidding? The spitting
I'll break you like a mirror so clearer
That we don't believe in
These new additions need
Thinking that they can spit it in the booth me
What are you Listen
been official, it's been official, I'm too consistent
I a claim cause I'm too official for euphemisms
Staying in the cut like a new
I'll put you on your ass like True
So it up for the truest living

Take a tour it, bake the raw
Where the beats so
That it's gon' scrape the floor
Make a call, all the rocket ships off
Jah, Wu, gun music when we facing off