Luyện nghe bài hát Stress Rap

Yo the NY City got a nigga feelin'
Tryin' to make it through the
Niggas bubble in the jungle selling by the bundles
Yo these raps might hunt you a cat in the jungle
Spittin' off the humble

Make whole team crumble, what the fuck made you fumble?
In these streets where they fuck you like the of a demon
I repent every evening, trapped in the Eden, starvin', never
Yo I bleedin', while you jakes stay tryin' to take freedom
I'm like just a brother tryin' break

through these odd days watchin' every snake breathin'
Ready to the [Incomprehensible] at night
I'm just tryin' to reshape the meaning of life, on mics
Blowing you off of the earth, livin' it worse, holdin' our life
to burst on the first thinking he got it
Yo, the apple rotten

Stress rap, this applies to we rest at
NY City full with nothing but stressed
That wanna test that of yours, but not ready
we aim, the war's absolute retaliation against all, all for real
(Starvin' Harlem)

Yo, yo, Elohim, with the rhyme scheme and the lyrics
Leave the mouth they look like light beams wings
Attached to mic I say fly rhymes read between the
Aire Vast lines, the beat be to sex me and marry me
I'm talking white picket and a family of Vasts
They behind me, and reflect reality

Stage one- of ceremonies and when the
Seven magnificent walked in raisin' to lower heaven
We all the crevices, brothers is mad
I wear knowledge like a third degree, burn, the match
Put it to the rhyme book, sure it all fits in the urn
The cream of life, beats and are butter that in which I churn

Stupid, you could say these thoughts are homosexual
'Cause they blow like that dead clothes designer
All men created equal, Emcees are uneven
Ask blind man Steven if even seen how the sunset looks
That's something you couldn't with a braille book

I'm to smack your ear drum long, so hum along
Let's communicate with rhythm, tell 'em to along
You'll get smacked right in the like Jackie Gleason
And sun, set it off like light decreasing, oh shit
Watch sun set it off like decreasing

Stress rap, this applies to we rest at
NY City full nothing but stressed cats
That wanna test that of yours, but not ready
When we aim, the war's absolute retaliation against all, all for

What's going on? Everything wrong in the ghetto
Cops Desert Storm on blocks lettin' off and gettin'
Off on the on the corner D's hop out of unmarked
V's and 'till we on our knees, we po' on ice
Put us in the freeze on the streets of beasts, hoodies and fiends

I stay muddy in a sleaze with Oz's, breathin' the vein cold
Got my whole frame froze tryin' to hold twist off the L
got ice in my grill and I'm dirty and all I need is for them
To unlawfully me, throw me in a cell, seven thirty
thoughts hurtin', searchin' for freedom, we tryin' to get it
And we stay bleedin' that, one time I'll scream phoenix

Yo, the starvin', happy Harlem, rap magician
underwater, in sixty seconds the body's missing
Snake in the grass at six feet you can him hissin'
I got a problem with your mouth, so I don't

Stress rap, you got one, I got
You do yours, I do mine, but I'm still
They to call me crazy Joe, had a bazooka
Now they can call me Batman, your maneuvers

Shit, I'm Atoms Fam to the bone
Fuck a soul, even God knows this is hollow
You love New York, but New York don't you
You're a toy with Lucille Ball's hairdo

On the mic it's all magic and I got short
And I'm that nice, I might let you breathe
Put a mic in front of me, and I'm gonna it
Hummingbird style, seventy times in one
Hummingbird style, times in one second

Stress rap, applies to where we rest at
NY City full with but stressed cats
That wanna test that flame of yours, but not
we aim, the war's absolute retaliation against all, all for real

Stress rap, applies to where we rest at
NY City full with nothing but stressed
That wanna test that flame of yours, but not
When we aim, the war's retaliation against all, all for real