Luyện nghe bài hát X-Files

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

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

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

And then a medium, the best of both
Brilliantly engineered, lyrics dement 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 haters that cater to needs agree
bizarre, by far anarchy no control
No soul, the whole fucking planet's fold

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

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

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

Del, you got up your sleeve?
If it was up to me
I would pass the baton 'cause it's 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
It's maddening at every gathering
Of young black youth got to be some niggers badgering

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

Del is old-school to your subterfuge
I got the same code of ethics Brothers use
Now, every nigger be crime related
rhyme creative and they're made of self-hatred

That's why overstep boundaries that's sacred
From the street to the scene they all mean business
Self for self, phony work
Your soul holds no when you let the Devil lurk

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

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

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

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 so I can up the seed
So you must

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 here and there so I can up the seed
So you believe X-Files, X-Files, peace