Luyện nghe bài hát Showtime at the Gallow

This is Showtime at the
Rip The
Yo, I dialogue wit Amen-Ra he gives me the nod
Or me wit a supercomputer automaton
I don't barter for I'm a martyr to rhymes
And a selfish soldier wit pride that was to die
A star in the sky my heart is warped wit a drive
Expressin' thoughts through a my metaphors are alive
It's like I've been crucified they me now like Nas
punctured me through my side the bleeding was cauterized
I was revived I died
Only then I saw how I was truly and worshipped like a god
Shit'd mired up my mind showed me a sign
I fell off the ocean liner someone me a line
Let the world the truth but it became my demise
you know we even I don't owe you a dime
Sometimes I feel like killin' myself they've my shine
I wanted to be the illest for a in time
the ink to my pen to my pad to the ink in my arm
How can one diss song possibly this long?
Tyson ain't the no more them days is gone
And Rip the Jacker ain't too stubborn to say when wrong

I get twenty dollars and go to Econolodge
And tie the trigger around the doorknob
Call the police and tell them I'm in room one oh five
And that a dirty inside
Woke up in the cargo playin' Christy Lane
For some entertainment I train in the misty rain
"One Day at a Sweet Jesus" is playin'
I'm sittin' there you prolly can't believe what I'm sayin'
But the voice in the back of my head sayin' "Germaine
This is the real deal man this is not a dream is not a game
The only you got from now on is locked
and and in your hand
Deploy or on land you the man
And the pain is the leavin' the body, understand?
I can reload wit a full pack call
them you need suppressive fire for troops in the back stat
Insurgence and counter-insurgence wit a purpose
mission critical you never get nervous
Applicate the shock tube to the
Standby blow it eyes open wit the on the terrorist
him to go to hell in Arabic put a bullet through his narrow neck
Watch the wall him get wet
I'm an animal I'll you and stare at your pets
Get the tape I know the surveillance cameras is kept

If you a confession? you got it
You want product? twenty dollars
You want gossip? I'll give you logic on any
Recordin' the positive
Ripper's the best go confirm the status
One million page dissertation on paper
Cheap label from Bowes' tree curator
My purification process is
But tapered verbatim
My album is equal to fifty acres
Can-I-Bus before the Big
And after the big crunch I only gotta say it
Let there be and I write a sentence
The greatest discovery 'opethicus afarensis
to before Sumerians landed on the Cayman
In the Caribbean bacteria with antigens
And Nine-foot stone
The key to power and four delivered talaria
at the gallow the Age of Aquarius
And Harrier's life's last barrier