Luyện nghe bài hát Therapy

Masta
Yo, I gotta be this music, it's therapeutic
The first [?] of the day is so clear
When I walk, in my head, a voice 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 next in
Twist [?] I'm guaranteed the right of his psalm before we reach
Throw the instrumental on it, watch [?] pattern of
[?] arm ready to swarm, get your party on
Drinks on the tonight, ladies lookin' right
Atmosphere nice and warm, we backstage a hundred thieves strong
Ghost want the red light on we get on
An hour's too short [?], we got a million

Method
Yo I gotta be around this music, it's
Like my first blunt of the day to start the
I'm sittin' in the room with a view, always room for improvement
So I grab my coat and go and it
Just me against the world, you can find me in the
She'll me in the lobby, probably find me in the free
Cop a 'Rari, the [?] in the of my seats
Tryna put me in a lineup til' I wind up in the
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 to shoot skelly in the streets
Wear the same for a week
But now we livin' life, and such a life I wish that I could live it twice
I'd probably [?] my wife
It's Wu-Tang Clan, collect cheddar
Proper education, correct errors

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