Luyện nghe bài hát Therapy

Masta
Yo, I gotta be this music, it's therapeutic
The first fresh [?] of the day is so
When I walk, in my head, there's a that talks
In my ear I can hear so clear, you think I'm right?
I'm just the silent [?]
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 right of his psalm before we
Throw the instrumental on it, watch [?] of speech
[?] military arm to swarm, get your party on
Drinks on the house tonight, lookin' right
Atmosphere nice and warm, we backstage like a thieves strong
Ghost want the red light on we get on
An too short [?], we got a million songs

Method
Yo I be around this music, it's therapeutic
Like my first blunt of the day to start the
I'm sittin' in the room a view, there's always room 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, find me in the free
Cop a 'Rari, the [?] in the lining of my
put me in a lineup til' I wind up in the beast
That's the belly, how dare they tryna me when to eat
With a plate of barely in my reach
My team shoot dice, we used to skelly in the streets
the same Pelle-Pelle's for a week
But now we livin' life, and such a good life I wish I could live it twice
I'd make [?] my wife
It's Wu-Tang Clan, always collect
Proper education, always correct

Yo, bananas, Redman so
know I'm pimping the mic, nigga
One hit, and follow me like Twitter
Crack when I talk, I the mic [?]
The fiends hit it, chicks wit' it
I'll box niggas in Dom King did it
I get dough, [?] for the sick
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 with the heart to back your white meat
Yo wifey me to make her wifey
Hit it, the bitch hyphy at high speed
Doc