Luyện nghe bài hát X-Files

Truly, I say
Truly,

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

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

Here come the Don Dada, makin' red hotter
I drop the boom bada like Jake
I could single you out and isolate you like
I'm like Rocky Marciano
Hit you below the belt, now you singin' Saprano
Talk what you talk, still you know what I know

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

do the knowledge, some do the math

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

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

Check the transmission, hear the
Observe the technition Nightvision
You hot-light reels, I lace my deals
As you and check feels on chics in high heels

It's all and sunny when you're holdin' big money
My Sonics got youth, my mud got honey
I be the king of grunge if I blow my spunge away
There's a little spot 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, for cash
do the knowledge, some do the math
Some stick to the road, some from the path
Some do the knowledge, some do the

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