Luyện nghe bài hát Visionz

Now
Mind over matter next be Tical
Put it on a platter how much
Raw shit we wit, murder track what

killin' it, touched
You it, in your bloodstream
venomous elixir
Hammer like that be Sister

All and now, follow me, the Mista
Meth Candyman, to the flesh
Death come, in the scripture, one
Bring the rap arma-gedde-on, let it be

you walk up in this Dead Zone
With all that wack shit, now you
You dead wrong, one thousand

that, pussy Massengil rap cleanse that
The kids rank, snatch collars off, while off
Float big boys, Oakland A's stashed away blades
Ventilation let the sharks,
sheist like, seven butcher knives, rollin' Rover style
Twice, itchy like lice hair fell out somethin'
To conquer, stomp ya like that cat
Toy Tonka truck ten carat on ya
Rocky like fuck switch sides like water rides
The DAT bubble life the other guys
Now Y'ALL act wilda
The style wilda than a mantis
Chillin'

As my and I reign rebellious, changin'
The of time, devils no longer exist
As God Cypher Divine, all minds one no
Now it
Perhaps we can go Lessons
Or SHOT me a pussy protestin'
Comin' with that lip professin', you take
Allah for fool, where's his
Was he usin' as a tool?
Tell me, the struggle is God and I came to
Shit is so real, you distilled
in the form of mist
You wishin' you did the before speakin'
Seekin', where you wrong
And why would I bring you such physical

Yo, mind arson, my squadren, surround the
for hire plus you under fire and a target
Sniper in the cypher, I, Piper
Move the housing by the thousand, I watched out the
Bombs strike ya like the Thor, blast the door
Recite a page like a wave, past the shore
Two pulls, I'm wild mechanical bulls
Pack a full house, it's girls night out, a hairful
Heavenly laced, stimulation make you slow paced
I and await my sober state

Magnificent, heavenly the God bent
Five Percent Range whippin' soul controller of the
Mackin phone rings, Stephen King down at Danzine
My mood swings, suplexed off the rope,
Coconut jewels, wore no color shoe, knife
Moses his sandal, hidin the manual
Blow the buggin off of Bon Jovi hits
Grammer lo-ve, famous murder was a trophy
Seize in Oshkosh, guzzle cries
Sabotage massage rap bandit at
Wolverine Carnation Milk, Wu jeans
Howell the Third kid's back on the scene
Call it meat, cause every word is choppy
My logic all crows to death, Kobiyashi couldn't stop me
caught up in my world, Haagen-Daaz world
Backflip and then twirl, cave whole world in