Luyện nghe bài hát Yates

Ever my cradle date, or my prenatal state
I was blessed with the gift to disable
With fatal on the mic is makin' my halo break
And smash every lady at Strange, call them my label-mates
I the squad up, them I'ma pour ya broad up
Genital, so plentiful, ya chemical's low but up
they'd slow the god up
But I ain't trippin' I rip I'm twitchin'
They think that I be sniffing on Tha Product
Bitch I be, this a nice key, to get ya hyphy
Dick ya wifey, for Ike
Slice of sin or source if ya see slither slightly
Step inside the surface of Strange, sir, sight-see
Spit the flow, get the dough, I hit the ho
Mister irresistible twisted is this kiss the
I'ma kick ya if one of ya pricks oppose
I'm all he hates, cause I a landmark like Ollie Gates
Maudie's great, estate, y'all debate, nigga, call me Yates

no challenge, It's no challenge at all
When you up the ball the low average
The low average, 'em, toetag 'em
I'ma let you be great
But it ain't no a Yates

I've been like fuck rap
Did he say "fuck rap"?
Oh no no, I'mma write in bold and caps
RAP
Cuz all tough cats really don't have no nut sack
Trust that 'nuff scratch back much wackness
Flush shit
Down with the gowns with the for the clowns
And not in a way
You can drown underground with the
When gust that shit
Oh so, low we stojo, hoes and dough negro we flow
Let the glow, mojo, nigga
Pillowcase, over the of the industry
Illustrate, with my mouth and my ministry
the fate of my enemy, feel the weight of my energy
I heal the hate. Facilitate. Disc jockey's will scrilla
Then play records until you break radio
Ain't nothing but real
It's still a fake deal of who ain't real awake
But the mill is great, ain't no iller ape that can kill a

no challenge, It's no challenge at all
When you up the ball the low average
The low average, 'em, toetag 'em
I'ma let you be great
But it ain't no stoppin' a

I can keep my head, while losin' theirs
No Marcus, I told you, start this debate
I'm all friend, we the median like, you feedin' me in
of bein' with the intermediate
Faded on bullshit, the whole medium
I done ran my meniscus
I done out-rapped Christmas
So why in the hell I fail?
If I do, I'm just Ezale
Front line level, untamed,
After all this shit, I on lane, loser
And that's what yo ass get for hittin' that
My is worth the future, and yes, I don't get worked
So my verses hurts when they me to kill 'em
I'm Biblin' niggas, keepin' it blacker than Power Rangers
But why the name No leashes, I'm free sucker
No no knee deep into mine
a comprehension of lines
Revisit them when you wanna that real wizard (?)
Young and timeless, elite science, and flyin'
And them beats to meet and greet but I conscience