Luyện nghe bài hát Yates

Ever my cradle date, or my prenatal state
I was blessed with the gift to hate
With takes on the mic is makin' my halo break
And smash every workin' at Strange, call them my label-mates
I throw the squad up, them I'ma ya broad up
Genital, so plentiful, ya low but shot up
Wishin' they'd the god up
But I ain't trippin' I rip I'm twitchin'
They think I be sniffing on Snow Tha Product
Bitch I might be, this a key, to get ya hyphy
Dick ya wifey, for Ike
Slice of sin or source if ya see somethin' slightly
Step inside the surface of Strange, sir, simply
Spit the flow, get the dough, I hit the ho
Mister irresistible twisted is kiss the toes
I'ma kick ya nose if one of ya oppose
I'm all he hates, cause I became a like Ollie Gates
Maudie's great, tall estate, y'all debate, nigga, call me

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

Lately I've been like rap
Did he say "fuck rap"?
Oh no no, I'mma write in bold and caps
RAP
Cuz all these tough really don't have no nut sack
that 'nuff scratch does back much wackness
Flush shit
with the gowns with the sounds for the clowns
And not in a way
You can drown underground with the
they gust that shit
Oh so, low we stojo, and dough negro we flow though
Let the soul glow, mojo,
Pillowcase, over the head of the
Illustrate, with my and murders my ministry
Seal the fate of my enemy, feel the of my energy
I heal the hate. Facilitate. Disc jockey's will make
Then play your records until you radio
nothing but real estate
It's a fake deal of mates who ain't real awake
But the mill is great, ain't no iller ape that can kill a

It's no challenge, It's no at all
When you up the against the low average
The low average, 'em, toetag 'em
I'ma let you be great
But it no stoppin' a Yates

I can my head, while everybody losin' theirs
No Marcus, I told you, don't start this
I'm all arsenal friend, we the median like, you me in
Tired of bein' with the
Faded on bullshit, control the medium
I done ran my meniscus
I done out-rapped everybody
So why in the hell would I
If I do, I'm being Ezale
Front line level, untamed,
After all shit, I remain on lane, loser
And that's yo ass get for hittin' that snoozer
My brain is worth the future, and yes, I don't get
So my verses when they send me to kill 'em
I'm like Biblin' niggas, keepin' it blacker than Rangers
But why the name Zachary? No leashes, I'm sucker
No no knee deep into mine
a comprehension of lines
Revisit them when you hear that real wizard (?)
Young and timeless, elite science, and flyin'
And beat them beats to meet and greet but I