Luyện nghe bài hát Yates

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

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

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

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

I can my head, while everybody losin' theirs
No Marcus, I you, don't 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 ran inside my meniscus
I out-rapped everybody Christmas
So why in the hell I fail?
If I do, I'm being Ezale
Front level, untamed, unchained
all this shit, I remain on lane, loser
And what yo ass get for hittin' that snoozer
My brain is the future, and yes, I don't get worked
So my verses hurts when they me to kill 'em
I'm like Biblin' niggas, keepin' it blacker than Rangers
But why the name Zachary? No leashes, I'm free
No reachin' no knee deep into
a comprehension of lines
Revisit them when you wanna hear real wizard (?)
Young and timeless, elite science, and flyin'
And beat them beats to meet and but I conscience