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 the 6 pointed star
Well, then my Hebs back told me say, "Shalom"

I put grooves in the mix, I moves like the knicks
take 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 fight on, kid, get stare on

Here come the Don Dada, ghettos red hotter
I drop the boom like Jake LaMatta
I could single you out and you like Mato
I'm undefeated like Marciano
Hit you right the belt, now you singin' Saprano
Talk what you talk, still you don't know I know

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

do the knowledge, some do the math

Now East Coast, West Coast, wonderin' the beef
It's goin' down rough 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 Oasis
Quick to be your from a fetus to a child
I kill 14 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 deals
As you skim and check on chics in high heels

It's all bright and sunny you're 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 spot on the sun
Which I don't care if my souls are
So come on and the sting of the true Pain King

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

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