Luyện nghe bài hát Sychosymatic

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

And raps get the gun claps
A on the ground of the head with my ill skill raps
I'ma kill me a crazy tonight
Step out the nocturnal to the night, word 'em up

Tech 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 play us like nobodies

I'm a fuck around and everybody
And get crazy buck with the shottie
You couldn't see me if you weighed 500 karats
I'm sychosymatic

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

I'm from the dirtiest, stinkiest part of Long
But in every corner of the world, my style be
And I'm dead even though I may be smiling
I'm the shadier cantagonizing in back of the hoodie

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

But on the real for the real, the real I build on Capital
And ill of skill
Breakin' up with degrees like a Count Crackula
In fact the factor is compound
For every action a reaction

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

We are the world, I'm shakin' and and takin'
down to swirls and twirls
I'm runnin' them off the like Earl and Pearl
This is a basic general classic
nobody see me in God's creation

I steps it up inspiring expectation
And illustrations, you can still justifications
Perhaps you would like me to the biscuit callap
And make your lungs

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