Luyện nghe bài hát Unseen World Pt. II

B]
See, we still unseen, know what I'm
Still unseen, and you still looking
gonna bring it

[Danja
Yo, the mistake that is made many times that aches in my mind
Is fakes try to rhyme and they take petty lines
To put stakes against mine but I breaks them like
Cause I make rhymes that are dimes
I'm often misunderstood cause I soften, would
You look as good in a coffin,
You think twice or thrice lady
Was on my knot getting hot in a spot
"Give me what you got"
Don't stop get it get it, I hit it hit it
Shit hard being me
Did it did it occur that you ain't me?
it quit it, give up the mic device B
Cause you'll never be as nice as me, G, it
I lit it like GE cause be-ee
D-ee A-N-J-A M-O-W-F, ee hee
You me up like Hump-deehee Dump-deehee
for thinking you can see me

[Speedis
How should I attack this? Me the cool cat like
For all the who act as if I won't flip them on a cactus
Point me the mattress
I make career go backwards like a dyslexic actress
You shouldn't try to this, I use you MC's for practice
While I you back with
Something your front took straight up that just been ate up
While you to sleep seems you couldn't wait up
Kill you again and again, stop or won't stop
Til I squeeze your body a dot
Very rarely do I break up the work you can't up
Stains so Bounty couldn't take up, so wake up
Imagine 100 dinosaurs attacking you
my crew, straight from the VA zoo
Keep your up or be ready to die
Yours truly, franchise, oops, we caught you by suprise

Skillz]
While you get upset, I'm a get to the point
It's me, the nigga slayed "E" on the vowel joint
And a thousand attempts have been made to stop
The niggas who talk shit and got sit, I'm a your 40 bottles with hot piss
the grain the ?Paraquan? is insane
Shorty, you the aft, I'm in the cockpit of the
I'm running through niggas, verbal abuse to do
Split one nigga's and have him thinking like two niggas
A rhyming nightmare for all you
You want to fall? I'm on top of the like an arena
I got your bitch on me attack
While wack ass swole at home fucking the hole in your mattress
The is that you ought to know the half
My staff's better, we bag the cheddar like
So yapping, I specialize in MC slapping
I give a about these noncircumsized niggas rapping
If words had actions, would be crazy
And yours would make about as much as a stillborn baby
So put it back in the womb nigga and it
See the shit is straight so you ain't got to get it twisted
I'm dead aim, so being a target
Son you wouldn't blow up if you was head on the
Top floor of the fucking Market
So flip jibs and dodge your bids
I'm trying to get my ends to meet, fuck, and have some

Your preceptual attributes odd
In my face see the indescribable beauty of God
I slay rappers in the
Beauty of the Next is swift is infectious
Like the mind of conceptual inventions
That only hold intentions
I shine in the Nimbus, touch which leaves MC's
Stuck in parenthesis cause my
Frequency consumes attitives from 50 old secrecy rooms
I got the Spielberg, the ill-berg, the real
That actually baffles and kills
And and brain falls new days
I walk in the image of the one you praise
I'm labeled as the
Or absolutely, completely, unbelievable

I write horrific, rotate my journals Polaris
Murder messiah, upon grave death I
Guard the barracks L's, so who you swearing at?
Set to lead a nation of terrorists Everfrag
When described my voice travels through liquid
Decapitating apostles in cerimonal duels
Child the greater, ever after war is
Air strike tiger force, the ocean naval
Take a of this contagious, Mt. Olympus
Digest the flesh of rappers like I'm poetically
Conquest built on starting and riots
Putting yellow journalists under pressure to keep
About the crew with this treacherous sound in orbit
We forward with unauthorized severe orphans
Javon the black emperor, let the be administered
Then watch your body mathematically integer
No way of the deaths and graphs of harm
Sign your will with dead angel arms

[Lil'
I'm put on the Earth route to do things, by two names
The voter Lil' Rock, yo start a new game
I'm a throw docks at the clowns with quarter fame
Get attached to the minor shit we shoot game
Sharpshooter, smooth aim, can flash two
You play fuck around and get hung by fat shoestrings
Bottle with a hat and a cane like Bruce
See it coming to a nigga, and my crew
Me and Poo swing, gin and juice who swings
And they thing we all about weed
I got a plan to make some grands in the pot lands
And said for all to see
If we was teams you forfeit
Took a long road with Tims and it
Rap I absorbed it and still get high
Colnel Strong the main target is to reach the with some
that be distorted, if they real inside, so take heed
And bring your punk ass to Justice
It ain't going to be no warm me

B]
I dedicate this to those who ask me "Lonnie, your shit going to drop?"
In a minute, yeah, it's for me to get my props
And blow the spot up, niggas making loot hold knot up
My be super like the cat (Don Dada)
I ain't of no man, you want it you can get it
We can battle on the phone, girl got my digits
What? I'm a player with game than your Sega
Had your girl shaking like a hustler's pager I ate her
Banged her the back, bust one off on her butt cheeks
She went and told her now they all want to fuck me
>From the cute to the ugly, to the chubby
These seven inches they like the way I work it,
I'm on top of the world like Da Brat and I'm Def
I should use a hearing aid for my logo
Y'all get the photo, and now too slow, yo
(Woop woop) the sound of the po po
I'm 5 10, 200 lb's
Known citywide from Holland Park to Mead
Been 10 years, ain't shit y'all can tell me
Bagged so many I should stop rapping and sell weed