Luyện nghe bài hát Something Holy Like Qur'an

(Nicky)
It's the bazooka chooka drivin just im blowin lutha
Look to the future on a doin karmasutra
Jump out a supa' benz me and my supa'
Thinkin on some ends, Eatin soul food again
Man fully and quoted, you know devoted and wrote it
And you can never decode it, If I can sell it I it
Nicky kamikaze, at cha' party, at cha' party
I'll tell the guard ta' shoot
Why you gotta arody.

(Equipto)
Yea so pass the yak, ta' back
Now I my frisco hat
Hit the track and get the
Then we blaze that indo
Hey im a rapper, ghost rider casper
hours crackin the partys full of my laughter
Pass the weed to me like M.D. and get to thizz
Hyena crunk, like he a and get the shit crackin
Ya need ta' know this weed ta' blow ya that we can roll
But see at shows i up the stakes if you want to flow
Follow the guest im so low in the
I keep do'do' in my chest i dont know whats next
But now im fo' it, get in goin, everyone who spit it know it
Im but could be gone and any given moment

(Nicky)
And im the numba 7, 11,
revin, keep it steppin,
Weapon keptin, on the in, man
this my confession, my controlled man
all through the penile, I wonder up in heaven if Ray can see now
You see smiles all on the boulevard
shake the dope in jars