Luyện nghe bài hát Spit

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When I spit the room temperature
I am what many to spit of a flame
When I spit the room change
What niggas did to the game, the shit is a shame

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On your mark, get set, go, the rest was just SOSO
So when I'm the I guess so
I rhyme like my ribs and my stomach
I pound on these clowns like a hundred something
But hold the prophecy, but peak, the of my philosophy, D
crime playing for keep
Elevating, reconstruct, got rhymes erupt
From my brain, and they drain right into a cup
From which I drink, I think deeper, in them sink
From the hall of my skull, and then at your ink
That's a old school metaphorical
I should and shave, but it's time to get paid
Get out of the way, I'm a bat out of hell
How I'm wetting the
You would swear a just got out of jail
I'm a MC, slash up kid
Ask of all the shit I did
I playing with them

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We can discuss, discuss, lush, and what it does to us
I bust because I must, I bust because I love the rush
checks, that I collect, bust TECs at suspects
Marks men and linen, we come off as rough necks
six and six, six, six, shit
The flow is fluently flowing like
Jamaicans be saying my shit wicked
Y'all believe me, I shouldn't have to kick shit
But look, you still lying in your
Always act like you're dying for action
But we really you not though, you not no
Vato, loco, you a twat bro, for
I'ma get or die trying like 50
Even if I got to do that's quite risky
Pass me the Hen' bitch, I like whiskey
My guns snap, crackle, and pop, Rice Krispies

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I flex for your set
in different dialects, fire TECs
Aim where your knee and your connects
I, contracting like isometric hexicides, let's
nigga to try melecularide
Beside, I can see in your eyes you
I'ma let you slide, a lyrical hex apply
Next to Sai, niggas for sure, like a midget on a court
Come that wack rap the store bought

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