Luyện nghe bài hát Lsd

Told ya soldier
Fell to the ground like
Couldnt hold the
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 the borderlines hot
the passports tap the telephone

Surprise they home
And one of fuckin own
Its dat same ol shit, dat same ol
From that same ol gang up to that same ol

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

I dont know yall thinkin about
But if you like I know
You strap on your seatbelt
Cause you in for a ride

Now I be I been a man
I never call myself a nigger to get Benjamin
Whats got to do wit what you got
Not a whole lot, no forgot oh this is hot

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

Now the heads tell tales how the dead and fled
Now livin up in the bed
Instead seize us like Jesus
to the mob did a sloppy job in Hempstead

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

Thirty thou trunks
Try to pass the test but to the rest they
Now what be indebted, get over it
Those times and raps never comin 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 between the R and B scene
Go against the grain run up on the
And so I the brains of Cobain
As hip hop brain em spill the champagne

Make it plain the sound remains
Come the same no holes closin up the
Dont ask no on the simple level
Can the magic get Shaq back, get Van exel

Bold rap fuck whatcha heard
Not no lost and found nouns or ass words
Turnaround funk power ruffs
I aint never cuckoo for no coco puffs

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

Lawyers no accountants no royalties
Lie for a lie, I em in the eye
History speaking should die
the companies and made them all cry

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

The goddamn white man got you
Social got your mama afraid
Scared of the fact before a black
Some of you say nigga before you say

You got no back is you lack
say black and Ill see where your ass is at