Luyện nghe bài hát Sinister

[Sample "Snatch"]
"Do you know what means?
A righteous of retribution
by an appropriate agent....
Personified in this by me"

Rock]
We're all in the gang, bread and butter
Just a couple subdivisions who naturally each other
Influence is shark biting the fuck outta your
Friendship is Plum ratting on Colonel Mustard
You are now witnessing the world's most crass
Of a barnstormer, time with a jagged edge
Arm mortars and field mines for a pledge
On the style diamond
Swung before that magnificent havok
You fidget like a nervous culprit
a bullet, dead a bullshit sequence reactor
Speaking
Who leaps off the canvas to provoke a side
Snake in the grass with a belly and his work to sell me
I got my word to you
I got absurd
But it works like pistons pumping through the realm my family
(Without a Hat combination)
Nah, more like I'm pixy dust
Till the mix taper community

[Yeshua Da
I hold words for
some attention paid
Not to mention praise for their on a page
It might the light of day
I never I gave them all the fight to be brave
Or to behave
like them others
Whose ads been paid for by some brothers
While some of us lie in the of others
I discovered another way to stay
Kill everyone
mystery
this to me is how to leave resolved
Out of all, you should take a break, ask the fake
Get out your habitat and left on the side of a lake
I try to
a clean getaway is harder to make
Than a call to the
Dropped off a bag
up with enough cash to pay the cat
With the demeanor

Aire]
God is a name I myself
I don't Ugly, Original, Synthetic
I rusty air logic
It becomes the lung, the is a closet
That is if it's a walk-in, 'cause I'm
You fell from the of weakness, I scoped it
I'll ball your up and stuff it inside my mouth
As if this was the first (C'mon man)
And just stand there
Your water up
And teeth'll grind 'cause you rhyme first grade
See in this life timetime I'm a poet
But I think life is more than a jail
why I took my time
Doing calisthenics which euphemisms to out a life sentence
When I I put my ass crack in it (in it)
And you in a glass bottom with a crack in it (in it)
So your attitude
My poetry's position is the sole of latitude

Sinister. (repeated)

"You tell the angels in you've never seen
An evil so singularly as you being hit
In the by the man who killed you"