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 make like the knicks
I'll take you straight up the lane, I block you out the
Then I freeze it, 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 Jake LaMatta
I could single you out and you like Mato
I'm undefeated like Marciano
Hit you right below the belt, now you singin'
Talk what you talk, still you know what I know

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

Some do the knowledge, do the math

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

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

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

It's all bright and when 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
There's a little black on the sun today
I don't care if my souls are dead
So come on and feel the of the true Pain King

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

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, do the math