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 jack, breaking the chain of pain,
'cause the rhythm be like a migrane.
knew I really 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 heavy metal drops, the floor shakes,
I'm comin' like an earthquake.
You can't or make or break me,
Can't shake me, don't try to me.
Many believe, I will achieve,
Ali Baba and the forty thieves.
I'ma get mine, you be out ya mind,
'cause in the ninties, rap is about 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 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,
milimeter point 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.
Boils and bubbles of trouble brewin' what you
massacre, MC's screwin' around,
I don't time, for all the suckas,
I'll see you at the 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 you've a witness,
The strictly business.
For all the fools who test me, stress me,
Or the cops have to come and arrest me,
For murder one, but I've begun,
Grab a mic 'round your neck and scream Red Rum,
You'll be like Max Headdrom,
And I'm here to a little bedlam.
Magical, tragical.
It all started out about a ago.
Many try to stop me, and me,
Now they all jock me.
The radios won't me,
It don't me,
I'm no out baby!
And we got some nonbelievers.