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 pointed
Well, then my Hebs back home me say, "Shalom"

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

Here come the Don Dada, ghettos red hotter
I drop the boom like Jake LaMatta
I could you out and isolate you like Mato
I'm undefeated like Rocky
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, some do the
Some stick to the road, stray from the path
do the knowledge, some do the math

Some do the knowledge, some do the

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

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

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

It's all bright and sunny you're holdin' big money
My Sonics got youth, first my mud got
I could be the king of grunge if I blow my spunge
There's a little spot on the sun today
Which I care if my souls are dead
So come on and feel the sting of the true King

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

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