Luyện nghe bài hát Tibetan Black Magicians

Jedi Mind Tricks...
Yo
I grab bust the raw
Take adjust the Yaw
Break your with your own jaw
Metaphors menopause in your moms before you were born
Technically you even exist, God
A flick of the wrist, be gone
Lost in limbo like pig camouflaged in a pig farm
I'm an I rip bars
Or your star with 5 points
Plus the mic I ripped far
I stomp on ya
Peel the top of fucking face off like an orange
And eat the
My God that sounds horrid, MC's
Is eating garbage they make me vomit
Discombobulate prostates re-hydrate dry
Wipe Ammonium Nitrate the side of ya face
Anthropomorph, speaking I'm out of ya league
Who can match the Bident my top speed
Scourge of the earth, verses are into dirt
Heart line is flat lined through the era
Sentences go re-synthesis
I leave em looking bleaker than
Without membership
Don't be an optimist and try to rock Bis
You end up in an sarcophagus

[Vinnie
Every better fear me
Coz Vinnie Paz is a
And ya'll steady screaming for war but want
You trying ta walk through the fog where sun
Ya trying to walk two dogs one leash
You can't the mathematics
How rip bars, walk walls perform magic
Tibetan Magic, I'm a warlord
I'll stab you through your fucking temple with a
I'm a born lord, I was
To see the universal through a eyes
Here come the black
It's all
I breathe life Jesus Christ's carcass!

Once I duct tape ya to the of a Mack trucks, face ya
Drive through a brick wall, pull the park and up
Ask you for you proof of registration, say
I understand a word you saying, you fuck!
Peel you off you drop on the floor
you to the manifold,
Make you put mouth around the exhaust
Squeeze your neck harder when you start to
I bet you never thought this happen just for pissing me off
I'm in for Hiphop, the surrogate father
Protecting rap the exoskeleton of a Lobster
moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers
And drag em back to the harbour for the local
Now point four fingers and watch through
what Harry Potter did to Andrew Galotti, Kid
Whether exchange negative energy
But you can't forgive and forget with an memory
Coz You-Know-Who the mic from You-Know-Who
But keep that between me and you!
Me and JMT,
Rippers that'll rip ass
I got an mag- Get em Vinnie Paz!!!

Paz]
I get a bloodlust when I see a bust
Hit mug with a .38 snub and watch the blood rush
Nothings us, ya'll better back off
Cos you a like the Canaanite in Sackcloth
We Gats off
It's a clean
It doesn't seem real when your spleen
So to what im spittin at y'all
La illaha, il il Allah
on y'all your getting hit in the chest
Coz Vinnie Pazienz and Canibus is the
Ripping the
And all ya'll seek is
I love reading in pitch blackness
I love reading the to bitch actors
I love reading the palms of rappers!