Luyện nghe bài hát Unseen World

[mad
Yeah
Time for lyrical shanks to gut
Death to wack
First up is my lonnie b

b]
First up to make it liver, I wreck like drunk drivers
Been through many but I left no survivors
So whassup? those that want a beef bring it on
Cause I'm done, it'll be my dick that you're swingin on
the way I say my rap clear
I make people more excited a faggot that got a pap smear
The crooked truth rap sensation, I ain't to be fucked
You better off practicin
Line line I bring excitement like a hooker
So put rubbers on your ears, then diaphragms on woofer
As the rhyme buster, mic clutcher, from
Show the real definition of the represent
(southside!) the where I dwell so
Recog-nas nas nas, _it ain't hard to tell_
Who's the best, blessed with lyrical, context kick
Just like that little girl got shot in +fresh+
Word to momma, I'm hotter than that nigga with the
Leather pants on, in holdin hands with jeffrey dahmer
Yo, let me make this clear - I ain't the baddest rapper out
But i'ma his place until he get here

The sun shitter, hoarse spitter
More ? and transfixer
Upchucks the medicine, of anguish
In a fantasy, holy language
I hit worlds, and my strange gives birth
To septuplet plants
my tympanic titanic time pulse
By the grace of the one
I am the priest of fifty until the ? m'salaam?
So every naked ape on bow down in silence
To the slumlord, of all universe
Ironic supalism sodomizes mentality
Science super-mystics and futuristics in wedlock
So my freon cyrogenics make your head rot pop bust
From galactic cryathallic mal ? ?

Preposterous, ice in my drop, yeah niggaz
When I prisms and ride soundwaves in your eutrichula
Malopropism is none, when I cerebrum wash in brain pan
Mixin ooze, state of bein and attitude
shrinks, accepts it when
I bite flatten your head
surgeon of my cosmorama, astrophysical
Invades one, individual
And cosmic radiation as a cosmetic
To inner fantastic, gory flow
So, writing rhymes to your boomin system is no mo'
When I induce arthritic
In dosages in toxosins, ex-osmosis
the schlerois, of your trickanumerolagia
Understand, who are you, to defend against,

skillz]
Yeah the northside click, rocks the
The forever people, rocks the
Dj street, rocks the
To the roc next, time to get your props

roc]
Yo, umm, befo' I out yo' lies
is something you need to know
Breakin mo' grounds aftershocks from the earthquakes in san fran'
More determination than a bull, redman
Imagine, technic glare +from ? ? +
say I gotta be display em in a photo album
Disorganized has the file
flamboyant like ? herbal user, slash, barracuda
With key maneuvers like troopers of styles
? ? to your wig and nip your eyebrows
Go to and greet the stars, huh
Started on the milky way, thought it was the candy bar
You get the gong cause we do wrong
And if young, and in love, do the moves of michael evens
songs, big up to my peoples northside
Show the brotherhood, how I

I've been, detonatin equivalyrical
Rambo soldiers deep like the black of moses
and wisdom accelerates my pendulum
No attackin my of life, cause I got ten of em
Dangerous, disciple images
My warfare be just like nemesis
Infiltrates, holy massacres ? tnakarid?
My religion break down for missionaries
In it to survive, so enlist, in
My thinkin only lead, to casualties
I'm battlin, invadin,
Makin sure don't move in your section
Don't my threats as just talk
And the raise of a hand can make, worlds start
The almighty, leavin gods and nations
Cause when my shit I leave holes like sawed-offs

[mad
Yo, it's the mad child verses like tile
go impotent, when I kick these potent ass freestyles
Wack mc's get mad and look at me
Cause they used to be the shit, like mcdonald's on
odd, how niggaz try to bomb
Then I be fadin more motherfuckers than story harvest
Throwin niggaz away like apple cores - I don't see shit
But some and ed mcmahon at my front door
I'm tapes, niggaz still makin shit cakes
Slippin down to off dudes tryin to get they shit straight
I'm tryin to get paid troop -- I more g's
Than a girl named gaggin on some gin and garlic glue
Niggaz think they hype, but they ain't these
Their styles plaid out like stripe lee's
Please! in ninety-five, i'ma be
Stealin like dj's be stealin milk crates
Ask dre, can't nobody it, they ill dre?
You get beheaded with a motherfuckin
Haste waste and taste the bass
When you see me - you see me get the fuck out my face

To that nigga toine, rock the house
To heads raw deal, rock the spot
To mike the merciless, the spot
To my brother danja mowf, the spot..