Luyện nghe bài hát X-Files

Star-struck receive no attention
From the man whose mind is not even in this
I'm on another plane, sicker the mother brain
The ultimate expression, yes

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

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

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

Abandon the and the uninspired
And the that cater to their 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 enemy
Gotta get it together, and systematically
When think I'm a smart-ass, it makes 'em mad at me

Why? I try my best to eliminate ignorance
Not letting my burn out like cigarettes
There's bigger threats besides thieves or pet peeves
But what's right in your face is what believes

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

Del, what you got up sleeve?
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 must believe

Lots of rappers today on imagery
I myself depend on skills and my
maddening at every single gathering
Of young black youth it's got to be some badgering

Averaging out to be three 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 wouldn't make me my soul

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

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

Fighting I been evil myself
But I'm still a man with experience under my belt
I may be young but my is old
Living in the ice ages where a 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 pullin' everybody else
But try telling that to niggers are spellbound

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

Del, what you got up sleeve?
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 believe

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