Luyện nghe bài hát Wishin II

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

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

Uh, Ascots on the tailor
You artists throwing bands on the radio they made you you
I'm looking for artists on stage to tomatoes to
The way I act you think I'm banned from radio, like Trae Tha
I really care, nigga, I'm getting in
I gotta see [? ], I'm N
I'on, I'on, I'on a fuck, any DJ anywhere
I'on, give 'em as a triple dare, I'll tie him to a swivel chair
give 'em spins, ha ha, I'on give 'em greens and count dividends
Ask around by them D-Town niggas leave you
With a concert full of fans and bloody merch
Smoking that's ille- that's the color perp
You might wanna study
Every verse lyrical but first
Every verb and every word is a speeding bullet
'Bout to chop your body in while it's on the way to heaven
Like Kid shirt, shit could be a hit but it's gotta be money first
I rap with a sickness card, pistol pulling private, shh

Chris, I think I got the curse