Luyện nghe bài hát Super Lyrical

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Ay-yo my murderous rap verbal is actual fact
tracks match perfectly with graphical stats
Half a you lack the dap of tragical rap
That tackles you back and shackles and at you
That's...the madness I'm on, the savage, the strong
The marriage, a bond of havoc and
This massacre's on as if Picasso you
There's lotsa skeletons locked
in the closet of my castle of
I'm possum at grade school, that's why I to debate you
My raps are like Capel, your face, you
That's how a master you
I'm Jesus (hay-soos) if he passes through my label
I'm his halo
God I pray you send my father back as an angel
Language is fatal and it's
I'm emphasizin', I'm still all about business and enterprisin'
I'm super lyrical, a brain boosts the
That's contenicals inside of my mental projectable

CHORUS -- Lyrically I'm supposed to (Biggie)
tell you that I'm nice with the
blah, blah, (Canibus)
Lyrically I'm...<>...I'm supposed to

THOUGHT --
Black Thought the lyricist, your arch-nemesis
Still with the Punisher, my accomplice
Stressin' to emcees how they don't really want
Electrifying shit his excellency spit
These cats they sentimental such with a touch
Dancin' double dutch and all sayin' nothin'
My sound wave liftin' your chin up uppercuts
New found ways of rippin' shit up, I
Your squad chest swell up, still mini-ay-ture to me
Nature-ally I the extremity
Musically with the globe in suspense
where the world traveler been since
The bless you with a strong record, long like a epic
Immerse you in some 'ol next shit, ill
Thought from somethin' like nothin' else
My talk stomp like upon every elf, cause...what...

-- Lyrically I'm supposed to represent
Niggaz'll tell you that I'm nice the blah, blah, blah
Lyrically I'm supposed to
You will lose...I break you (Ivan Drago from "Rocky")
Lyrically I'm to represent
Niggaz'll tell you that I'm nice with the blah, blah,
I'm-I'm-I'm...<>...
I'm supposed to

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Ay-yo peace Roots east coast niggaz the streets most
With heat, toast, and close more Phillies than Pete Rose
dos, niggaz that'll lift ya mentals
Lyrics'll twist your temples into
like the "Triumph"

BLACK --
My the Renaissance, no resem-ba-lance
To nothin' you across, lyrical holocaust
The pleaser emcees freeze then catch seizure
They praise the Lord of rap thesis, true

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Just call me Baby Jesus 'cause niggaz be praisin' me
Just for the way I to be crazily, tape to CD lasery
It to be amazingly flavery
Daaaaze 'em to my that basically hypnotize you occasionally

THOUGHT --
Occasionally as I on my next opus
The way it's all fucked up and is hopeless
I leave head wrecked as I erect scultpures
My thought's just a fortress, approach this up-closeness

Chorus -- I'm supposed to represent
tell you that I'm nice with the blah, blah, blah
I'm-I'm-I'm...<>...
I'm supposed to
Lyrically..."It's suicide!"
Lyrically..."You've seen him, you how strong he is!"
Lyrically..."You win!"
Lyrically..."It's suicide!"
Lyrically..."You've seen him, you how strong he is!"
Lyrically..."You win!"
Lyrically..."You win!"
Lyrically..."You lose..."
Lyrically..."I break you..."
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