Luyện nghe bài hát X-Files

Star-struck MC's no attention
From the man whose is not even in this dimension
I'm on another plane, sicker than the mother
The expression, yes indeed

Heed, my symphonic, hypnotic, psychotic
Never semiotic but doper narcotics
A few a y'all caught it on my first
But now, my power's increased,

Del meets the fans halfway, and slap a in his chops
The drops, you get pneumonia
Or maybe exposed to radiation by
say rap's an idiom, get the A S R S P

And a medium, the best of both worlds
Brilliantly engineered, lyrics your fear
Del is now in the clear, I was in
But now to be everything that I envision

Abandon the and the uninspired
And the haters that cater to needs agree
bizarre, by far anarchy no control
No soul, the whole fucking gonna fold

we administer, since, as we enter the
Twenty-first century even your worst
Gotta get it together, mentally and
niggers think I'm a smart-ass, it makes 'em mad at me

Why? 'Cause I try my to eliminate ignorance
Not letting my burn out like cigarettes
There's threats besides thieves or your pet peeves
But what's right in your face is what nobody

Del, you got up your sleeve?
If it was up to me
I would pass the baton 'cause it's to lead
But still I drop facts here and so I can up the seed
So you must

Del, what you got up your
If it was up to me
I would the baton 'cause it's tough to lead
But still I drop here and there so I can up the seed
So you must believe

Lots of rappers depend on imagery
I depend on skills and my energy
It's maddening at single gathering
Of young black youth it's got to be some niggers

Averaging out to be 'bout out a G
Now motherfuckers stereotypes 'cause it's all they see
I take in the fact that I'm me
Not a follower, a dollar make me sell my soul

Del is compared to your subterfuge
I got the same code of Jungle Brothers use
Now, every wanna be crime related
Can't rhyme creative and made of self-hatred

That's why they overstep that's sacred
From the street to the corporate scene they all business
Self for self, phony doesn't
Your soul holds no weight when you let the lurk

Fighting evildoers I evil myself
But I'm still a black man with under my belt
I may be young but my is old
Living in the ice where a nigga's soul is cold

Don't a fuck about your life or his
But if you get a gat for protection, who
Comin' up ain't the same as everybody else down
But try telling that to niggers are spellbound

They'll probably say that you talk too
gotta think too much
So just be who you trust

Del, what you got up your
If it was up to me
I would pass the baton it's tough to lead
But I drop facts here and there so I can up the seed
So you believe

Del, what you got up your
If it was up to me
I pass the baton 'cause it's tough to lead
But still I drop facts here and so I can up the seed
So you must believe X-Files, X-Files,