Luyện nghe bài hát The Guidelines

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

I won't distort, I contort
Connect, conduct, collect, or conceal
In full control of the of the wheel
My eyes are my appliance to the science
Omitting defiance with the high-tech mic
The buttons that flashed, I for absolute destruction
structure is lifted from the ground
The foundation mound is broke, so you float

I'm embedded in what is as beat
Let it be shown, every is complete
In time, you'll see the of the pulse pump
Rapidly, rate, happily marched
I happen to be the dark man who the charts
I arch my horizontal line to make a
But it the same though, yo
The tried and true pros are chasing gold

Sliding through holes like rodents
It's obviously evident, my embellishment peaks at I.Q.
'Cuz Big Ace is the spinner, in the
Inventor, and I to be a winner meaning
be in the inner outer ovaries, overload, overboard
Overseas oversees more, than the eye
Can I stand, limited primitive, sentimentalist,
The way I shape this landscape, automatically this, vivid
I give it a rivet, hold it, stand at the

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

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

I off the dramatization and I balance
seeking the challenge
To show the the incredible talents
I cut the corners, out the surfaces
Worthlessness is just of the problem
I the grid kid, I did every column
I note the animal kingdom, and the
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 of your resting ground
I suggest that you warn your
I the oxygen, mark off the memory
You will never forget to remember the lone
Marine biologist machine with the
mind fertile, foot, over hurdle
Tight like girdle, and my be the last

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

Food for thought, caught on to the end of the and swung
stood stiff as if I was on a cliff
Not sticks, my feet are made of bricks
I walk my footprints indent cement
I am not practical nor am I
Nor am I oblivious to, hideous
Every is captured and trapped in my mind

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

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