Luyện nghe bài hát Spit

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

1]
On your mark, get set, go, the rest was just SOSO
So when I'm the I guess so
I rhyme my ribs and my stomach touching
I gang pound on these like a hundred something
But hold the prophecy, but peak, the of my philosophy, D
Contemplate crime for keep
Elevating, reconstruct, got rhymes erupt
From my brain, and then they drain right a cup
From which I drink, then I deeper, in them sink
the dark hall of my skull, and then at your ink
That's a old school metaphorical
I should shower and shave, but it's to get paid
Get out of the way, I'm a bat out of hell
How I'm wetting the
You swear a nigga just got out of jail
I'm a MC, slash up kid
Ask of all the shit I did
I ain't playing with

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2]
We can discuss, discuss, plus lush, and what it to us
I don't because I must, I bust because I love the rush
Plus checks, that I collect, TECs at suspects
men and linen, we don't come off as rough necks
Sixty six and six, six, six,
The flow is fluently flowing like
Even Jamaicans be saying my shit
Y'all should believe me, I shouldn't have to shit
But look, you still lying in raps
act like you're dying for some action
But we really you not though, you not no
Vato, loco, you a bro, for sure
I'ma get rich or die trying 50
Even if I got to do that's quite risky
Pass me the Hen' bitch, I don't whiskey
My guns snap, crackle, and pop, like Krispies

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3]
I flex for entire set
Rhyming in dialects, fire TECs
Aim where your and your thigh connects
I, contracting like isometric hexicides, collide
Last nigga to try
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 with that wack rap the store

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