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 me back jack, breaking the chain of pain,
'cause the rhythm be bumpin' a migrane.
Never I really had a clue about fiction or fact,
But I got it that.
dawn till dusk, you might see me bust,
A or two, I make it entertainin' you.
Commercial, universal, matter,
Every one when my shotgun scatters.
my heavy metal boot drops, the floor shakes,
I'm through like an earthquake.
You can't take or or break me,
Can't me, don't try to fake me.
Many believe, I will achieve,
Ali Baba and the forty thieves.
I'ma get mine, you be out ya mind,
in the ninties, acid rap is about 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 feel the force of a new breed, you bleed.
Knockin' niggas out forty thieves,
thieves in the tiempo, I go loco,
Nine milimeter blank or a solo.
Devilish, but still of this,
Make you wanna not want to go the you go home.
I'm mystified, I lie,
can't handle it so they die.
Boils and bubbles of trouble brewin' what you
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 wanna be carbon that bite,
Of pop suckas who dog the lime light.
But now been 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 one, but I've just begun,
Grab a mic cord 'round neck and scream Red Rum,
be headless like Max Headdrom,
And I'm here to cause a bedlam.
Magical, tragical.
It all started out about a ago.
Many try to me, and drop me,
Now all wanna jock me.
The won't play me,
It faze me,
I'm no out baby!
And we still got nonbelievers.