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 hear is bad point of views,
Try to hold me back jack, breaking the of pain,
the rhythm be bumpin' like a migrane.
Never knew I really had a clue 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 my shotgun scatters.
When my heavy metal drops, the floor shakes,
I'm through like an earthquake.
You take or make or break me,
Can't shake me, try to fake me.
Many don't believe, I achieve,
Like Ali Baba and the thieves.
I'ma get mine, you be out ya mind,
'cause in the ninties, rap is about time.
We got nonbelievers 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 you kick it?
To feel the force of a new breed, you bleed.
Knockin' out like forty thieves,
Forty in the tiempo, I go loco,
Nine milimeter blank or a solo.
Devilish, but still of this,
Make you not want to go the week you go home.
I'm mystified, I lie,
Some handle it so they die.
Boils and bubbles of trouble brewin' what you
Microphone massacre, MC's around,
I don't time, for all the suckas,
see you at the finish line.
Kick shit!
Lucifer, I give juice to ya,
Been all my life so I'm used to ya.
I got wanna be copies that bite,
Of pop rock suckas who dog the 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 one, but I've just begun,
Grab a mic cord 'round neck and scream 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 stop me, and me,
Now all wanna jock me.
The won't play me,
It faze me,
I'm no out baby!
And we still got nonbelievers.