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 the knicks
I'll take you up the lane, I block you out the frame
I freeze it, believes it, you needs it like heroin
Before you get fight on, kid, get your stare on

Here the Don Dada, makin' ghettos red hotter
I drop the boom bada like LaMatta
I could single you out and you like Mato
I'm undefeated Rocky Marciano
Hit you right the belt, now you singin' Saprano
Talk what you talk, still you know what I know

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

do the knowledge, some do the math

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

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

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

It's all bright and sunny you're holdin' big money
My Sonics got youth, my mud got honey
I could be the king of if I blow my spunge away
a little black spot on the sun today
Which I don't care if my souls are
So on and feel the sting of the true Pain King

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

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