Luyện nghe bài hát Something Holy Like Qur'an

(Nicky)
It's the bazooka chooka drivin like im blowin lutha
Look to the future on a doin karmasutra
Jump out a benz me and my supa' friends
Thinkin on some supa' ends, soul food again
Man fully loaded and quoted, you devoted and wrote it
And you can decode it, If I can sell it I sold it
It's kamikaze, at cha' party, at cha' party
I'll tell the ta' shoot cha'
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 indo sack
Hey im a rapper, ghost rider casper
After hours crackin the partys 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' ya maybe that we can roll
But see at shows i up the if you want Queez to flow
the guest im so low in the flesh
I keep do'do' in my chest 'cause i dont know next
But now im livin fo' it, get in goin, everyone who it know it
Im reborn but could be and any given moment

(Nicky)
And im the 7, March 11,
engine revin, it steppin,
keptin, on the left in, man
this my confession, my souls man
all the penile, I wonder up in heaven if Ray Charles can see now
You see smiles all on the boulevard
gotta the dope in jars