Luyện nghe bài hát Rocket Ships

Moving at the speed of a
in the streets as we're breathing the pollution
They're saying that we a revolution
But passion is reduced to all-caps on a computer
Hey, every I make a sick scene
Blood splattered all on you shirt like a
niggas trippin' like mescaline and mixed greens
My flow cleaner than the Sistine,
You going green Al Gore with 'em
I algorithms that got Malcolm in 'em
God's favorite, I'm sick as a doctor's
We live in a cold world, my job is to rock
My occupation? Elation, a of rebels
Raise the and the decibels flagrant
too amazing how we be blazing, son
Our is the loudest, they crowd around us
But cower in the of the towers, boy

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

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

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

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

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

Take a tour with it, the raw
the beats so savage
That it's knuckles scrape the floor
Make a call, all the rocket taking off
Jah, Wu, gun music playin' we facing off