Luyện nghe bài hát Quills

Don't stop (uh don't yo)
Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo, shock yo)
(Give it you got yo)
(Once it's time, it's time)
It's time to ride,

Yo, piss in the staircase, blood on the
I fill the quills with it let it spill on the
Compose another anthem for the killers and
Villains and wranglers, still in the chamber
Shit, I'm but my reflex's gangsta
Pull out-rageous arms the floor of the basement
Then bust 'nuff talons if my peoplez in
I'm Larry Davis, duckin' helicopter, hoverin' agents
We muscle the
What 'Riq spit will leave your shit in utter
I'm hot brolic it contagious
The shit the Roots started got other artists going through changes
My vision is the strangest, the rhythm is
Y'all on the titty in your formative stages
Is something in the iris and the way I
That tell these crab rappers I ain't fo' no shit
Black traumatic, so you have it
My battin' average, abort full of graphic assault, it's all
Thought, put ass-backwards in a small package
Experience is all that is, I'm established
Me and the mic in holy matrimony like a
The technique in your reach, if only you have it
For me it's automatic, it's na-tu-ral, I'm mad
Poet for hired pack
You me?

Don't (uh don't stop yo)
Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo, shock yo)
(Give it you got yo)
(Once again time, it's time)
time to ride, ride

Yo, the load
We around a little edgy, all ready and steady
Withdrawal like Strawberry, it figures
mad from them ghetto sandwiches and swine
Cryin' hard times, disadvantegeous, man
The in the ghetto the same
Seem it's just some things that never will change
Give to a style and won't give it a name
'bout consciousness it's a different thang
Envision again, the 'Riq, general Hannibal speak
The understandable diabolique, animal
Out of dreams kid, you proud that you seen this
Fifth supreme linguist, a genious
Inject you the broke down english
The most freshest and cleanest, 'Riq Geez, what the fame is
Kareem's beat me fiendish
Don't act shaky and squeamish, if you real make me believe it

Don't stop (uh stop yo)
(cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)
(Give it you got yo)
(Once again it's time, time)
It's time to ride,

Yo, the Jake Rivera
You felt date, you better
Don't off, create it just save your cheddar
I hit the studio a pen and a vendetta
Sippin' an ice Beck, huffin' the tenth letter
Driftin', shots lickin the plot thickens
Sands in the thinnin', the last inning
The flash and the cash and the women
It's nothing, a for the craft keep the passion and
Blaow, my tablet with firing pins
Poke holes in the plastic for
MCs jumpin' out shoes and socks
Must have their face in the news it's gots to been
Thought known as the for cancer
Same city as Mumia the Panther
Man to man, hammer cocked, block and
Bang, slang up in the dance hall
Yo, I hold the mic that could be thrown as a pipe
Bring it just to sling it at favorite icon
Thing my music is it ain't shit like y'all
Thought, like a 28-inch python
You know what I'm

When I'm on the mic won't be no delayin'

Don't (uh don't stop yo)
Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo, soul yo)
(Give it you got yo)
(Once again it's time, time)
time to ride, ride