Luyện nghe bài hát The Oracle

What Ima hit you
You motherfuckers duck

Im a bull in a shop, watch how the uzi spit
Who we with, bros with and they like too legit
I got any time for your foolishness
Raw raps from the same where the sits
He the mofucker sippin goose and shit
Stomp a rapper out, boots and shit
The left hand is what I you the with
The right is where I write all of the ruthless shit
Survival of the fit or my little shit
My hands are made of stone cut that Madusa shit
Big gold chains, we was on that
Still roll the kids I stole the Gucci with
I punch you dead in the face so fuck the shit
The guns command though, Hollywood movie
Yall aware yall on some Lollapalooza
Let the beard
Yall are scared I step inside the booth and shit
Cuttin mofuckers cell roll on some shit
Yall are cowards, yallll talk on computer shit
This a Haitian ritual, Im on my voodoo

out whos the realest (Vinnie)
Rock and not
What Ima hit you
You better duck

Death before dishonor, [?] blood yall are
I let the 4.5 blocka while I was [?]
Dead Sea overlook the from inside a grave
The dictionary of dominate
Yall weak
Fat bull, but my never out of shape
You a bitch, guard lock the gates
The Louis bootleg, Prada fake
Im tryin to make the same money Madonna make
Eyes never lie, Im that you not with
Rhymes and one tape, record an album in an
You a of waste, I see a sucker and salivate
Cutting motherfuckers of, time to
A pounds of weightll force your heart to
Its for you motherfuckers, lock the date
Any bitch I meet means that Ima
My revolution be met with Peter Toshs fate
the reason that the God is tryin to populate
I can tell you how the taste
The 4.5 lift you, you into outer space