Luyện nghe bài hát Therapy

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

Method
Yo I gotta be around this music, it's
Like my first blunt of the day to 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 find me in the
She'll spot me in the lobby, probably find me in the
Cop a 'Rari, the [?] in the of my seats
Tryna put me in a til' I wind up in the beast
That's the belly, how dare tryna tell me when to eat
With a plate of barely in my reach
My team shoot dice, we used to shoot in the streets
Wear the same for a week
But now we livin' life, and such a good life I wish I could live it twice
I'd probably make [?] my
It's Wu-Tang Clan, always collect
Proper education, always errors

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