Luyện nghe bài hát Raw

Raw on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you
Raw on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you
Raw backwards on all you
Raw on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you
Raw on all you rappers

What's happening? Another by pastor black lip
I'm mashing the masses
My massive
I'm low-key, like a
Working on both
You nosy, tap bands
Got fur on my toes be
I'm
Act like you me
as Aleister Crowley
I just OD
Overly dedicated, like my homie
Second to none in the first place, I a trophy
Doing whatever I please, it's like your feelings
Man I got so many flows, them shits come with
What's my name? call me Ab-Soul, the abstract asshole
I'm levitating, way too
Way too wavy for your

Ay man what's happening? baptism by pastor black lip
I'm mashing the masses
My movement
The with the gas in it
You the raw, I spell it backwards
Throw that shit up in the trash can

We don't wanna that wack shit no more
No
No more, no
No more, no

I'm loco
This nigga Soulo in this hoe though
Oh no you watchin' Hulu, I run the tho
Is it Voodoo? I don't know
But confuse me with D'Angelo
I'm the of
Spooky, your army got lots of armor
Cuz we don't die, we just multiply, and conquer
when the battle mongers called me a reject
'Till I had all this heart and honor, my respect
Now I walk through C-A-R-son like I'm a
Steps and stacking bread up, speaking of heroes
47 shit, fuck it, fly to the beast
Just to sag down Troy Ave. quoting King
the pot, let me skill it
The is scalding
The novices me nauseous
I was a swami of Jay Electronica until he
Figured Dizzle wouldn't that he would body him for a milli
I told keep quiet, I'ma get him
We don't need on your hands getting the key to the city ya feel me
Hurts when your OG, who is to be a G-O-D
Is standing next to King Kunta like Toby
Moos I gotta do boy?
I'm waiting on your cue to take him to school boy!
Fuck all this
Top, these fucking stooges I'm dangerous, keep away!

Ay man happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip
I'm across the masses
My massive
The with the gas in it
You roll the raw, I spell it
Throw that wack shit up in the can

We don't wanna hear wack shit no more
No
No more, no
No more, no

I'm Wiccan a wicked witch I need Alia Zin
To Genesis
this one for my fellow Thelemites
About that life
You right, I need to
up for my fucking rights
Out of sight, out of
Still insight in your brain
Got your synapses doing jumping jacks and all kind of
I mean check my subject
Agartha, Dopamine, choppers, stick talk, Benihana, PF
Revelations
revolutionary
Shit you that gives you goosebumps
'Cause the truth is
Do What Thou
I'm not talented, I'm
I'm the knight, with the shiniest shield
Would've attended to university, but it was to me
Because the whole is just a city to me