Luyện nghe bài hát Mic-nificent

Yo, sittin' on chrome, sittin' on low pro 20 Firestones
Grippin' the road with the wickedest flow, is a pro
I zigzag throughout sly
and decelerate in and out the cones

Poisonous poems travel through headphones
Into your dome, osteoporosis bones
Who's the nicest nigga you know in the two triple-O
Spit turn to icicles in the mid air and slit your

Drain your dry rip out your heart bitch
I write using your blood for my ink cartridges
Paleoanthropologists, polish the
Of rapper artist after I dip in my waters

Canibus, with the burstin', perfect
Everyday the earth I write verses
My soul purpose as a verbalist, is to make my words
And like letters when they're in cursive

I'll pray on them, I'll on them
First to violate I'll regulate without warning
I'll pray on them, spray on them
First nigga to I'll regulate without warning

pray on them, I'll spray on them
First nigga to violate regulate without warning
I'll on them, I'll spray on them
First nigga to violate I'll without warning

Yo, yo, I'm faster than leopards runnin' the vast desert
In twenty-two per second to catch me to daily delicatessen
With minutes to eat 'em, forty minutes to digest 'em
And fifty minutes for it to through my intestines

So ask yourself a question, can the rhyme?
Is a fuckin' porcupine swine?
No time to up your mind, you wanna run or die?
Clip you while running by, trip you up from behind my rhymes

Confuse niggas somebody try to gang-bang
Wearin' a shirt and red pants
Throwin' up signs their left hand
Standin' out on the of wetlands
With a confederate for a headband

God dam eggplants, niggas gettin' me man
'Cause I'm by garbage like Fred Sav
And I can't to get away from it
I dreamed that I stabbed Leviathan the stomach, and ate from it

In my past I slayed hundreds, and in the life before that
I played trumpets, to you that I was comin'
There's one billion ways to die, and I already
Nine-hundred million nine and ninety nine

When I aim and fire my rhymes, a hundred cannon balls flying
Striking you one at a time, in a line
Why the art of emceein' is dyin'
That nigga canibus is still in his prime, a rhyme

I'll pray on them, I'll spray on
First nigga to violate regulate without warning
I'll on them, I'll spray on them
First nigga to violate regulate without warning

I'll pray on them, spray on them
First nigga to violate regulate without warning
I'll pray on them, I'll on them
First nigga to violate I'll regulate warning

Club dodge, I wrecked that limelight, that
Envy, I murdered club Soho, never heard of that
Wetlands, it up cheaters, decided to club, fired up
for a chicken to tie up

Club New York, I heard it's hot there be rocking there
Too many be gettin' stabbed and shot there
Speed, I slowed it down the tunnel, they hold it
Home of the underground, why they always it down

Century club, the hot shit of blues, I rocked it
One ATL, that's the dirty south bomb shit
Synagogue, yeah I be Caribbean city, roll deep there
Lyricist lounge, they be some emcees there