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 Rakim God
Forensic files, 'em disemboweled, '87 style
They chance slimmer than reverend Al or Kevin
friends are vile, still be peddlin' vials
Off of eleven mile, they you would
You better reconcile
The dark side of to who rising in prominence
My crown's taller than of The Ottomans
than Solomon, mobilizing the following
They try and me the Nobel prize for novelists
Peace to cats that rock MAC knowledges
Hood astrologists, anesthesiologists, yo
El elefante, Fonte
Keep a ready to give 'em hell if PRhyme say

Yo, post traumatic stress, I it as a family crest
I murder at its best, words that'll manifest causing arrest
Budapest to Marrakesh, my slang
My gang's Clarence X, I'm after death, the last Levine X
Lettin' every other know they better wear a vest
I'm in two hundred thousand for appearances
I wrote a about it, here it is, yo
The creature feature search a teacher torch
Capture, rupture, rapture, reach her, the
He defeat ya, the ether, sneak then creep ya
Say no peace to meet ya, can't get with me
Strong suits from Italy, chill, 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 through the ear
And I got a mouth, tell 'em kids earmuffs
I was at school, I was who to steer clear of
Smoking a reefer in the bathroom, Smirnoff
When it came time for the 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 woof
They don't recognize me I'm shopping up in Berdgdorf
They just I'm flier than the motherfucking airport
they say I'm a sartorial gear whore, yeah

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

Chris, I think I got the Gully