Luyện nghe bài hát Therapy

Masta
Yo, I gotta be around 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 so clear, you think I'm buggin' right?
I'm contemplating the silent [?]
Out to the my killer Cali gangstas ride and get the head right
Yo son, I'm on the next in
Twist some [?] I'm the right 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 lookin'
Atmosphere nice and warm, we backstage like a hundred thieves
Ghost want the red light on we get on
An hour's too short [?], we got a songs

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

Yo, bananas, so gorilla
Chi-town know I'm pimping the mic,
One hit, and chicks follow me like
Crack when I talk, I the mic [?]
The fiends hit it, chicks wit' it
box niggas 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 crack these up like Nabisco
Oh, look at me, I'm
But with the heart to peel back your meat
Yo wifey me to make her wifey
Hit it, the bitch hyphy at high speed
Doc