Luyện nghe bài hát Visionz

Now
Mind over matter batter be Tical
Put it on a how much uncut
Raw shit we dealin' wit, track what

Slang it, touched
You feelin' it, in bloodstream
Deadly elixir
like Sledge that be Sister

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

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

Detonate that, pussy Massengil rap cleanse
The rank, snatch collars off, while ridin' off
Float big boys, Oakland A's stashed away blades
Ventilation let the sharks,
Somethin' like, seven butcher knives, rollin' Rover style
Twice, finger itchy like lice fell out somethin'
To conquer, stomp ya that cat Blanca
Toy truck ten carat on ya monsta
Ring Rocky like fuck switch sides water rides
The DAT life preserve the other guys
Now FUCK act wilda
The style than a praying mantis
Chillin'

As my brothers and I rebellious, changin'
The courses of time, no longer exist
As God Divine, all minds one no question
Now it
Perhaps we can go Lessons
Or might me a pussy protestin'
Comin' with that lip professin', you take
Allah for fool, where's his
Was he Mathematics as a tool?
Tell me, the struggle is God and I to build
Shit is so real, you distilled
Back in the of mist
You you did the Knowledge before speakin'
Seekin', you went wrong
And why I bring you such physical harm?

Yo, arson, my squadren, surround the Sound-Garden
for hire plus you under fire and a target
Sniper in the cypher, I, Pied
the housing by the thousand, I watched out the Chrysler
Bombs strike ya like the mighty Thor, the door
Recite a page like a tidal wave, past the
Two pulls, I'm like mechanical bulls
Pack a full house, it's girls night out, a hairful
Heavenly laced, stimulation make you feel slow
I motivate and await my state

Magnificent, heavenly the God bent
Percent Range whippin' soul controller of the lynch
Mackin phone rings, Stephen King down at Danzine
My swings, suplexed off the rope, magazine
Coconut jewels, wore no shoe, knife annual
Moses his sandal, hidin the manual
Blow the vandal buggin off of Bon Jovi
Grammer lo-ve, famous murder weapon was a
posin in Oshkosh, guzzle cries
Sabotage rap bandit at large
Carnation Milk, Wu denim jeans
Thurston Howell the Third kid's on the scene
Call it chopped meat, every word is choppy
My logic crunch all crows to death, Kobiyashi stop me
Gettin' up in my world, Haagen-Daaz world
Backflip and then twirl, cave your world in