Luyện nghe bài hát Vowel Movement

i talk around the brain matter of folds,
it's just a reminder of who came fatter flows,
an rhymes to the essaince outcha skin without damagin' you pupils,
you'll need all your vision to see this lyrisism,
with rediculous i rid this division of emcees,
take head, fake snead, to relieve positions,
get i toss kids a snack when they flow is wack,
crew is on my dick, i'm lettin' you hold my sack,
i'm suposin' thats the for ya treason,
bleedin is what the atmosphere leavin' kid,
i season shit, oh jesus it's the influence,
fuck your bitch ya ego is a nuisance,
i loosen up the screws on your neck,
now ya bars is stripped,
if you was smart quit,
cause true get lothogic with ur shit,
my man you do not the boundaries,
circumference got sketchy in the center when you found me,
from around these parts regardless of where these is,
I shit cause thats where my heart is,
i've been the design never intended for the weak mind,
i transit pass that line responsible for ur confidence,
brainwash hence since you grabbed the mic all i can hear is cycles,
clean your screen, keep your low balance, keep your low balance,
you've got no therefore, you are no challenge,
so why do you mic if you do not know how to use it?
why do you want the mic if you know how to use it?
i'm not here just to shit kid i do shit,
always regular with vowel movement,
why do you want the mic if you don't how to use it?
tell me why do you want the mic if you know how to use it?
i'm not just to talk shit kid i do shit,
always regular with vowel movement,
i talk circles the brain matter of folds,
it's just a reminder of who came with flows,
an to snatch the soul outcha skin w/o damagin' your ear drums,
so you can hear fear when atmosphere comes,
done spawn grabbed the silverware an cups,
i'll grab the emcee out the oven lets sit an tear shit up,
most of 'em are like pastry's with creamy centers,
you get stuck between my dentures you feel me enter,
feel cemente the point be in destination equation,
base on the fact that we leave facial ebbrasion's
rhymesayers take station's
competitions tryna life,
the may as well of grabbed a dead mic,
getcha head right before head get's left for this dam,
i get amped when kids rant,
with averageness they just can't the antics,
the atmos. never placid more than practice,
so fuck my fontic acrobatics,
cronic wackness, the diaognosis i've obstolled,
this phasurence was determinded in a crazy spin,
the spacey grin an flip it upside,
cause nuff died when sjug applied to this mic,
device is priceless think twice if you piece of this,
get you ferverous check your i'm tearing mics,
crews get lost thoughts of how we do sit,
rhymesayers always regular vowel movement,
so why do you want the mic if you know how to use it?
why do you want the mic if you don't how to use it?
i'm not just to talk shit i do shit,
rhymesayers regular with vowel movement,
why do you want the mic if you know how to use it?
me why do you want the mic if you don't know how to use it?
i'm not here to talk shit kid i do shit,
always regular with vowel movement,
rhymesayers always regular yes, yes, with vowel yes, yes,
yes, yes, rhymesayers always with vowel movement, bitch!