Luyện nghe bài hát X-Files

Truly, I say
Truly,

Well, if Jesus is your Lord, Praise your God
And if your thing, Allah-u-Akbar
And if you represent the 6 star
Well, then my Hebs home told me say, "Shalom"

I put grooves in the mix, I make moves like the
I'll take you up the lane, I block you out the frame
Then I freeze it, believes it, you it like heroin
Before you get your on, kid, get your stare on

Here the Don Dada, makin' ghettos red hotter
I drop the bada like Jake LaMatta
I could single you out and isolate you like
I'm undefeated Rocky Marciano
Hit you below the belt, now you singin' Saprano
Talk what you talk, still you don't know what I

Something for ass, something for
Some do the knowledge, do the math
Some stick to the road, some stray from the
Some do the knowledge, some do the

Some do the knowledge, some do the

Now East Coast, West Coast, wonderin' the beef
goin' down rough like swallowin' teeth
I say to Din Lizzy, kid, I get busy
And I'll knock all of ya'll off this wonder

'Cause on a daily basis, I rock Oasis
Quick to be your style a fetus to a child
I kill 14 cells, puffin' L's
Stompin' devils on all 9 of L

Check the transmission, hear the
the technition INFI Nightvision
You reels, I lace my drug deals
As you and check feels on chics in high heels

It's all bright and sunny when holdin' big money
My got youth, first my mud got honey
I could be the of grunge if I blow my spunge away
There's a little black on the sun today
Which I don't care if my souls are
So come on and feel the of the true Pain King

Something for ass, something for
Some do the knowledge, do the math
Some stick to the road, some stray from the
Some do the knowledge, some do the

for ass, something for cash
Some do the knowledge, do the math
Some stick to the road, some from the path
do the knowledge, some do the math