Luyện nghe bài hát X-Files

Truly, I say
Truly,

Well, if Jesus is your Lord, then your God
And if Islam's your thing,
And if you represent the 6 star
Well, then my back home 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 your on, kid, get your stare on

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

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

Some do the knowledge, some do the

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 ya'll off this wall

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

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

It's all bright and when you're holdin' big money
My got youth, first my mud got honey
I be the king of grunge if I blow my spunge away
There's a black spot on the sun today
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
do the knowledge, some do the math
Some stick to the road, some from the path
Some do the knowledge, do the math

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, do the math