Luyện nghe bài hát The Mind

"your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru 3x*}

rock]
I can taste sex appeal, ready for the sweet sperm'n
Bank all full, love interest be earnin
Ben franklins determine, if you get that learnin
The million man march, starrin mark (it can happen)
don is the charm for the rappin
Give spliff aromas cause fetal comas
No blood donors, I credit diabetics who drink
in the pens lie the ruffneck soldiers, what happened?
Niggaz have napped!
happened to all of that malcolm x shit before he got trapped?
Before he got capped? when I capped,
When they put his name on all those cute little spike lee
And they say "black is back"
For when, niggaz now care about the rent
And how to pay rent, and how they squad spend
Black nose landcruise or range rove'
Why you for when you forerunnin nigga who drove
Your
"your nine spray, my spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->
My mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->
The mind!
"your nine spray, my spray" -> jeru

Yes,
From the inner sanctum, that my medulla
You can praise buddha, or you can don shula
You can change a, title, or go praise gold idols
No sloth, just go your bible
I'll the hate that made the, hate kids fight
Whether muslim, christian, or israelite
We monitor, who really hannukah
The that I am will make you blow your yarmulke
To all ya, don't let me up, to call ya
My flatbush dushies, or the kids in somal-ia
While we're up here to wiggle to "boombastic"
You get, hemmed up and cut down in jurassic+
You're crazed, from beer juice
angles become, obtuse
Four white kids, was the first rock - not!
Rabble rousing, in with the
Laced with the fat rhyme through my mind
"your nine spray, my spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->
The mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->
The mind!
"your nine spray, my spray" -> jeru

Ha ha
Now from the minds of minolta, from the nickel-plate
From the jack wack crackheads with oprah
As with safe sex rubbers, as with rappers turnin mothers
As for tupac's on the covers, as for march brothers
In ninety-six, while we the "crooklyn" spike joint
Three kings of the break of dawn become vocal
The of the bedouins, or is it the thespians
For the three years, I've been eatin more than lesbians
Lyricists, get fists, twists, become tears
Easy gold records, but no, publishing shares
When I bellow, a hardcore track with a cello
Lyrical structure, from a fellow, hello
Street nucks can't knuckle, billboard bullets be chuckle
A&r become bouregoises, but subtle
Why is it the master can't behave with the slave
Or is it the domes of weak minds?
The
"your spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->
The mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->
My mind!!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->
The mind!
My mind!!
The mind..
My mind!!! ha ha! ahhh, ahhh! ahhhhh!