Luyện nghe bài hát Stress Rap

Yo the NY City got a feelin' shitty
Tryin' to it through the struggle
bubble in the jungle selling crack by the bundles
Yo raps might hunt you like a cat in the jungle
Spittin' lines off the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, it's the starvin', happy Harlem, rap
Chained underwater, in sixty the body's missing
in the grass at six feet you can hear him hissin'
I got a problem with mouth, so I don't listen

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

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

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

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

Stress rap, this 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 absolute retaliation all, all for real