Luyện nghe bài hát Therapy

Masta
Yo, I be around this music, it's therapeutic
The first [?] of the day is so clear
When I walk, in my head, there's a voice that
In my ear I can hear so clear, you think I'm buggin'
I'm just contemplating the [?]
Out to the Westside my killer gangstas ride and get the head right
Yo son, I'm on the flight in
Twist [?] I'm guaranteed the right of his psalm before we reach
the instrumental on it, watch [?] pattern of speech
[?] military arm ready to swarm, get party on
Drinks on the house tonight, ladies right
Atmosphere nice and warm, we backstage like a hundred thieves
Ghost want the red light on we get on
An hour's too [?], we got a million songs

Method
Yo I be around this music, it's therapeutic
my first blunt of the day to start the movement
I'm sittin' in the room with a view, there's always for improvement
So I my coat and go and prove it
Just me against the world, you can me in the streets
She'll spot me in the lobby, probably me in the free
Cop a 'Rari, the [?] in the lining of my
Tryna put me in a til' I wind up in the beast
That's the belly, how dare they tryna tell me to eat
a plate of food barely in my reach
My team shoot dice, we used to shoot skelly in the
Wear the Pelle-Pelle's for a week
But now we livin' life, and such a good life I wish that I live it twice
I'd probably make [?] my
It's Wu-Tang Clan, always cheddar
education, always correct errors

Yo, bananas, Redman so
Chi-town know I'm the mic, nigga
One hit, and chicks me like Twitter
Crack I talk, I like the mic [?]
The fiends hit it, swing wit' it
I'll box in like Dom King did it
I get dough, [?] for the flow
My weed more than Lou Ferrigno
My right-hand man on the pistol
I these squares up like Nabisco
Oh, at me, I'm lightweight
But the heart to peel back your white meat
Yo want me to make her wifey
Hit it, make the bitch at high speed
Doc