Luyện nghe bài hát The Guidelines

Let's
Asalaam alaikum, people of will
I you the greeting of thought manifested skill
To reveal the open-end chapter
As real as the flesh you're embodied in
To the skull cavity your is rotting in, I'll be riding in
And there might have been a slight, warp to curve
The course of course, I'm when I'm reportin'

I won't distort, I don't
Connect, conduct, collect, console or
In full of the roll of the wheel
My eyes are my appliance to decipher the
Omitting defiance with the mic check
The buttons flashed, I pushed for absolute destruction
structure is lifted from the ground
The foundation is broke, so you float around

I'm in what is known as beat
Let it be shown, enzyme is complete
In time, you'll see the pace of the pulse
Rapidly, heart rate, happily
I to be the dark man who holds the charts
I arch my line to make a rainbow
But it ain't the though, yo
The and true pros are chasing fool's gold

Sliding through like small rodents
It's obviously evident, my peaks at two-ninety-two I.Q.
Big Ace is the spinner, in the center
Inventor, and I plan to be a winner
be in the inner outer ovaries, overload, overboard
Overseas hearin' oversees more, the eye
Can I stand, limited primitive, sentimentalist,
The way I shape this landscape, makes this, vivid
I it a rivet, hold it, stand at the pivot

I it, learn to live it, then give you my exhibit
Not inhibited, not a little bit when I'm inclined
My attempts to your hip-hop guidelines
And you can play the sidelines, write in your spare time
My attempts to your hip-hop guideline
You can play the sideline, write rhymes in your time
'Cuz I'd rather stimulate your mind than your purpose
And we only touched on the surface of the serpent

Consider me of the dust, in the dusk
I must collect the samples from the
Penetrate the crust then trust no
by the sonic, language passion
Your ashes spark the flashes, of the
beyond, what kind of planet could I be on?
I know, but I'ma be on for eons, and eons
While many think they can never play out
Get trapped in a time frame and never find way out

I stay off the dramatization and I
Always seeking the
To show the the incredible talents
I cut the corners, smooth out the
is just half of the problem
I read the grid kid, I did column
I note the kingdom, and the phylum
Whylum 'em until they get to hit the target

I mark it on the bullseye, of flies and the buffalo in the sky
My architectnique sparks the dark streets of your resting
I suggest that you your town
I the oxygen, mark off the memory
You will forget to remember the lone wolverine
Marine biologist machine with the
Internal fertile, foot, over hurdle
Tight like girdle, and my word'll be the

I every other millennium
I and I hibernate, to pass any of 'em
I am potent,
No color, no odor, no taste, no parts
No heart, no head, a carcass
The darkest days come, right the light
I watch my watch and right before the mic
By the powers, in me, I digested MC's

Food for thought, on to the end of the rope and swung
Then stiff as if I was on a cliff
Not beneath sticks, my feet are of bricks
When I walk my footprints cement
I am not practical nor am I
Nor am I to, hideous crimes
Every is captured and trapped in my mind

Given the spinal tap as the rap climbs
My attempts to redefine your hip-hop
You can the sidelines, write rhymes in your spare time
My attempts to your hip-hop guidelines
You can the sidelines, write rhymes in your spare time
I have become the night owl on the prowl
Master of the free penpal 'cuz I'm, om-nipotent

I'm, some, experiment that is out of control
I'm from some big black
I square up, select, and rec'd tangle
I up, and you can try, any angle
Bermuda, but I bury the barracuda
Then I'm, in the wind with the pollen