Luyện nghe bài hát Wishin II

Yo, the of the announcer signing off
Salvador, a connoisseur, a hot
Rachmaninoff, life not by the law
And I'm a product of that God Allah
Forensic files, leaving 'em disemboweled, '87
They chance slimmer reverend Al or Kevin Liles
Some friends are vile, be peddlin' vials
Off of eleven mile, wishin' you would
You prolly better
The dark of to who they rising in prominence
My crown's taller than Suleiman of The
than Solomon, mobilizing the following
They try and me the Nobel prize for novelists
Peace to cats that MAC knowledge knowledges
astrologists, illegal anesthesiologists, yo
El elefante, Fonte
Keep a ready to give 'em hell if PRhyme say

Yo, post traumatic stress, I wear it as a family
I murder at its best, words manifest causing cardiac arrest
Budapest to Marrakesh, my slang
My gang's Clarence X, I'm after death, the last Levine X
Lettin' every other rapper know better wear a vest
I'm pulling in two hundred thousand for
I wrote a song it, here it is, yo
The creature feature search a preacher torch
Capture, rupture, rapture, her, the preacher
He defeat ya, speak the ether, sneak creep ya
Say no peace to ya, can't nobody get with me
Strong suits Italy, chill, humility what I'm all about, ability, yo
I wish a nigga bring the hostility though
You know how boys from Philly be
I'm like cyanide, creeping the ear ducts
And I got a foul mouth, tell 'em kids
I was at school, I was who to steer clear of
Smoking a reefer in the bathroom, Smirnoff
When it came time for the pictures in the
I was up in class like an American
Years later, yo I'm an American verse evil like
Deerhoof, if I let the woof
They don't recognize me when I'm up in Berdgdorf
just know I'm flier than the motherfucking airport
Therefore they say I'm a sartorial gear whore,

Uh, Ascots on the suits
You artists throwing on the radio like they made you you
I'm looking for on stage to throw tomatoes to
The way I act you think I'm banned from radio, like Tha Truth
I don't really care, nigga, I'm in
I see [? ], I'm saying N
I'on, I'on, I'on a fuck, any DJ anywhere
I'on, I'on 'em as a triple dare, I'll tie him to a swivel chair
I'on give 'em spins, ha ha, give 'em greens and count dividends
Ask around by them D-Town niggas leave you
With a concert full of fans and bloody merch
dope that's ille- that's the color perp
You wanna study first
Every verse but nutty first
Every verb and every word is like a bullet
'Bout to your body in half while it's on the way to heaven
Kid Cudi shirt, shit could be a hit but it's gotta be money first
I rap with a sickness card, Iraq pulling private, shh

Chris, I think I got the curse