Luyện nghe bài hát We Gots Some Nonbelievers

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