Luyện nghe bài hát We Gots Some Nonbelievers

up in the sky,
a crow!
a bat!
No, super nigger!
Confused, some say I lose,
All a brotha ever hear is bad of views,
Try to me back jack, breaking 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 till 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 metal boot drops, the floor shakes,
I'm through like an earthquake.
You can't take or make or me,
Can't shake me, don't try to me.
don't believe, I will achieve,
Like Ali and the forty 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 so why don't you kick it?
To feel the force of a new breed, you bleed.
niggas out like forty thieves,
Forty in the tiempo, I go loco,
Nine milimeter blank or a solo.
Devilish, but hell of this,
Make you wanna not want to go the you go home.
I'm mystified, I lie,
Some can't it so they die.
and bubbles of trouble brewin' what you doing?
Microphone massacre, screwin' around,
I don't time, for all the suckas,
I'll see you at the line.
that shit!
From Lucifer, I give to ya,
Been all my life so I'm used to ya.
I got wanna be carbon copies bite,
Of pop rock suckas who dog the light.
But now been a witness,
The unholy business.
For all the fools who test me, stress me,
Or the cops will have to come and me,
For murder one, but I've begun,
Grab a mic cord your neck and scream Red Rum,
You'll be like Max Headdrom,
And I'm to cause a little bedlam.
Magical, tragical.
It all started out about a ago.
Many try to me, and drop me,
Now they all jock me.
The won't play me,
It faze me,
I'm no out baby!
And we still got nonbelievers.