Luyện nghe bài hát We Gots Some Nonbelievers

up in the sky,
a crow!
a bat!
No, super nigger!
Confused, say I can't lose,
All a brotha hear is bad point of views,
Try to hold me back jack, the chain of pain,
'cause the rhythm be like a migrane.
Never knew I really had a about fiction or fact,
But I got it that.
dawn till dusk, you might see me bust,
A brain or two, I make it you.
Commercial, universal, matter,
Every one dies when my scatters.
When my heavy metal boot drops, the shakes,
I'm through like an earthquake.
You can't take or make or me,
Can't shake me, try to fake me.
Many don't believe, I achieve,
Ali Baba and the forty thieves.
I'ma get mine, you be out ya mind,
'cause in the ninties, rap is about time.
We got some out there(2x)
wild, and out on my island,
In Alpine, I'm free stlyin'.
But I'm wicket, I'm wicket, I'm wicket so why don't you it?
To feel the force of a new breed, you bleed.
Knockin' niggas out forty thieves,
Forty in the tiempo, I go loco,
Nine milimeter blank or a solo.
Devilish, but still of this,
Make you wanna not to go the week you go home.
I'm mystified, I lie,
can't handle it so they die.
Boils and of trouble brewin' what you doing?
Microphone massacre, screwin' around,
I don't time, for all the suckas,
see you at the finish line.
Kick shit!
From Lucifer, I give to ya,
rockin' all my life so I'm used to ya.
I got wanna be carbon copies bite,
Of pop rock who dog the lime light.
But now you've a witness,
The unholy business.
For all the who test me, don't stress me,
Or the cops have to come and arrest me,
For murder one, but just begun,
Grab a mic cord your neck and scream Red Rum,
be headless like Max Headdrom,
And I'm to cause a little bedlam.
Magical, tragical.
It all out about a year ago.
try to stop me, and drop me,
Now they all wanna me.
The won't play me,
It faze me,
I'm no out baby!
And we got some nonbelievers.