Luyện nghe bài hát Sychosymatic

Cowabunga, I'm takin' straight under
You can't see me like Stevie
full blown roulette style on the microphone
Throwin' your like a cyclone

And commercial get the gun claps
A whack on the of the head with my ill skill raps
kill me a crazy motherfucker tonight
Step out the light to the night, word 'em up

your sight and put you in fright
And all you fight 'cause my game is mad tight, aight
Yo, E this be my last album son, hell no
'Cause niggas trying to us like crumbs nobodies

I'm a around and murder everybody
And get crazy wild with the shottie
You see me if you weighed 500 million karats
I'm sychosymatic

Ooh, I lose my cool
Ooh, I might lose my
Ooh, I lose my cool
Ooh, I might lose my

I'm the dirtiest, stinkiest part of Long Island
But in every corner of the world, my be whiling
And I'm dead serious even I may be smiling
I'm the cantagonizing character in back of the hoodie

to get you for your goodies
So if your 2-2-4-5 technozzels, think can creep
But Keith ain't losing no sleep
I'll man handle and your mandle down to your thorax
On wax with a axe

But on the real for the real, the real I on Capital Hill
And ill 'cause of
Breakin' shit up with degrees like a Count
In the factor is compound fractures
For every there's a reaction

Ooh, I might lose my
Ooh, I might lose my
Ooh, I lose my cool
Ooh, I lose my cool

We are the world, I'm shakin' and bakin' and
Niggas down to swirls and
I'm runnin' them off the ball Earl and Pearl
This is a basic classic situation
Can't see me in God's creation

I it up from inspiring expectation
And funk illustrations, you can still
Perhaps you would like me to the biscuit callap
And make your collapse

You represent, he represent, I
The sick twist is that I torment in my performance
Kickin' twitchin' myopic topics
be like, "Stop it, you got the illiotics", yeah