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 ever hear is bad point of views,
Try to hold me back jack, the chain of pain,
the rhythm be bumpin' like a migrane.
Never knew I had a clue about fiction or fact,
But I got it that.
dawn till dusk, you might see me bust,
A brain or two, I it entertainin' you.
Commercial, universal, matter,
Every one dies when my scatters.
When my heavy boot drops, the floor shakes,
I'm through like an earthquake.
You take or make or break me,
Can't shake me, don't try to me.
Many don't believe, I achieve,
Like Ali and the forty thieves.
I'ma get mine, you 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 Alpine, I'm free stlyin'.
But I'm wicket, I'm wicket, I'm so why don't you kick it?
To feel the of a new breed, you might bleed.
Knockin' out like forty thieves,
Forty in the tiempo, I go loco,
milimeter point blank or a solo.
Devilish, but hell of this,
Make you 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, screwin' around,
I don't time, for all the suckas,
see you at the finish line.
Kick shit!
From Lucifer, I give to ya,
Been all my life so I'm used to ya.
I got wanna be carbon that bite,
Of pop rock suckas who dog the light.
But now you've a witness,
The strictly business.
For all the who test me, don't stress me,
Or the will have to come and arrest me,
For one, but I've just begun,
Grab a mic cord 'round your neck and Red Rum,
be headless like Max Headdrom,
And I'm here to a little bedlam.
Magical, tragical.
It all started out a year ago.
Many try to me, and drop me,
Now they all jock me.
The radios play me,
It don't me,
I'm no out baby!
And we still got nonbelievers.