Luyện nghe bài hát The Spark

Yo, the feet I walk with
The ears that I with, the eyes that I see with
The mouth that I talk with, the terror I stalk with
Now it's to spark shit

Yo, the feet that I walk
The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see
The mouth that I talk with, the that I stalk with
Now it's time to shit

God, I walk around a little edgy already
Y'all come into my face, but my aim's steady
M-illitant is skilled in most plan
I across seas and, breezed across land
Standin', in thoughts of murder within
The structure of world that's corrupted with sin
I'm hittin', to leave MC's guessin'
For any transgression, in my
will be a blessing, and your explicit intoxicated
Buddha session, to stop
Me with the madness, puttin' niggaz on my had
No sadness is felt, you shuffled and cards get dealt
Jim Carrey ass niggaz to melt
like a buckle bein' swung from off a belt
Any help for shelter, in the realms of a welter
My weight tilt ya, hold alignments and change your filter
My a product of society
So sometimes for gratitude, you know you can't on me
Niggaz eyein' me, with looks of they
what's in my heart, velocity or piety
Yo, it depends on one, you bring to surface
At times I get trife, but what to worship is my
Malik be blend the tree, to spot an enemy
You me up cat, now vacant the vicinity

Yo, the feet that I walk
The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see
The mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk
Now it's to spark shit

Yo, the that I walk with
The ears that I with, the eyes that I see with
The mouth that I talk with, the terror that I with
Now it's time to shit

I'm symbolic to a ballot, Abdul Malik
Don't with bullshit, I'm quick to call it invalid
Route through your district, we it simplistic
No for the rapper to talk, put it on halt
Show me the vault, or the safe, cause I'm on the paper
Wade route states for bout thirty down my waist
I'm tryin to get it, these rain thoughts become acidic
one in the chamber, ready to aim and spit it
A girlfriend and team nigga cash just splintered
I take what you got to give, cause I got to
The hour, I bet your ass you act sour
act up, but I still can pass dowa
I'm usin' new ways to try to reach better days
Instead of tryin' to you under I just make you wonder
I still fast, make salaat, and pay
I didn't make Hajj yet, but my next project
two lives, one of turn and one with true lies
Keepin' a hoe, these hands into my do'as
In the quarters livin' modest with my nigga
I my foes, like tawaf around the kaba
I to live life, like there was no mañana
Now I'm treatin' every breath, it was your honor
I'm Mill-itill-itant with the Fifth that firm
Like a pillar, I'm I and T-L like

Yo, the that I walk with
The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see
The mouth that I talk with, the terror that I with
Now it's to spark shit

Yo, the feet that I walk
The ears that I hear with, the that I see with
The mouth that I talk with, the terror I stalk with
Now time to spark shit

This is what it's all