Luyện nghe bài hát What I Feel

Black man aint a moment of weakness
the crew aint got no room for those who flee the beef hit
cause they don't want no beef people who only eat fish
you get the third degree like my society
n***ers run so much we spend a on them sneakers
i'd rather and fight there's no respect for the meek shit
i'm to get this cheese like a pizza that's deep dish
the sensitive shit you can it.. what i feel

all the night and for when it's right, as long as it's tight
it'll demand to get on the mic
and hopefully become a song you like, and it probably will
cause what i is what so real, it's based on what i feel
all i did was take a lil moment, homie i'm giving you
last days they predicted upon us
n***ers it to be sitting on corners, n***ers do what you will
it's life, it really don't matter what i feel

when i pick up the mic, and spit what i
go and sign so i can give you a sight
into this tunnel of this court doing to life
until the end you see the light
what i
don't trying to get what you need
when you gotta cut just to see if you bleed
you need the in your life,
without the pain you can't tell if it's
it's a hell of a
is what i feel

all throughout my heart and my
affect my memory like an actor before the start of a
i represent my and part of a whole
pop balloon mindstate, it make it harder to blow
you in the row trying to diss, you make it part of the show
the right fist make you part of the flow
no question i'm the for this,
i'm harder than a n***er with a cancerous prostate to pimp
i got the real of lyrics that you tryin to kick
yeah i'm crossing n***ers out, what im writin to spit
but on the flip son, im writing is hits
like the stick of canabis that we twist then we stick to our lips
end carreer with a flick of my wrist, death stroke with the pen
i'm flipping the bitch
do what i want, whenever i want, gunna front
give it to you whether you it or not

everybody's a critic, people be even talking under their breath
they got me hotter than season
this hater but the nature of the hate is changing
like the government who's our faviorite nation
you know it aint them
or anybody we call terrorist, if the world hate americans
our foreign destroy they country properly, we demostrate our power
to stimulate our
new york is my
sort of vice city
up all night, to to sky, pink white titties
making the rthym, i'm having visions
and when i attack the track you get like sado-masichism
send the voice of activism now n***ers aint eating like
defeating the british with
and the people it, see what i mean haters
i got my love radio rahim