Luyện nghe bài hát Lsd

Told ya soldier
Fell to the like folgers
Couldnt the boulder
Fancy paralyzed for an answer

In the hip hop but the rap got cancer
Tumors from the middle of rumors
Generation X be the end of baby
Is the next generation for doom

Control the and you got a got a
Truck fulla fertilizer up the spot
Think its terrorism the hot
Check the passports tap the

they home grown
And one of your own
Its dat same ol shit, dat same ol
that same ol gang up to that same ol thing

Now what I see say you me
I a metaphor of LSD

I dont know what yall thinkin
But if you know I know
You better on your seatbelt
Cause you in for a long

Now I be damn I a man
Figure I never call myself a nigger to get
love got to do wit what you got
Not a whole lot, no forgot oh shit is hot

all the cheddar for clothes
Wit a sign on the front mud
in dominoes

Now the heads tell tales how the dead bled and
Now they up in the bed
Instead they seize us Jesus
Married to the mob did a sloppy job in

Lord had mercy curse me
New world order got my ass in the water
Now what you stuck to the
That funk to the east is phat, ATL be krunk dirty

Thirty crankin trunks
Try to pass the but to the rest they flunk
Now what be indebted, better get it
Those times and raps aint never back

No future without a pass, I ass
the sox off a Pandoras box
Is it any why the clocks flavor got?
rehearsin a verse my jaw lox

I set the bomb between the R and B
Go against the grain run up on the
And so I parallel the of Cobain
As hip hop made em spill the champagne

it plain the sound remains insane
Come the no holes closin up the lane
Dont ask no questions on the simple
Can the magic get back, Knicks get Van exel

Bold rap lyrics fuck heard
Not no and found nouns or half ass words
Turnaround funk power moves
I never been cuckoo for no coco puffs

LSD, set it free em see the tricks
Rather try at 37 die at 26

no loyalties accountants no royalties
Lie for a lie, I em in the eye
speaking lawyers should die
Kissed the companies and made all cry

A new rap song and a real by
Why o why did the die
The narcs and the feds got the pimp fraid
of the aids got the bitches afraid

The white man got you afraid
Social service got your afraid
Scared of the before a niggas black
of you say nigga before you say crack

You got no is what you lack
Just say and Ill see where your ass is at