Luyện nghe bài hát Yates

Ever since my cradle date, or my prenatal
I was blessed with the gift to hate
With fatal on the mic is makin' my halo break
And smash every lady workin' at Strange, call my label-mates
I throw the squad up, I'ma pour ya broad up
Genital, so plentiful, ya low but shot up
Wishin' they'd the god up
But I ain't trippin' when I rip I'm
They think that I be on Snow Tha Product
I might be, this a nice key, to get ya hyphy
Dick ya wifey, for Ike
Slice of sin or source if ya see slither slightly
Step inside the surface of Strange, sir, simply
Spit the flow, get the dough, I hit the ho
Mister irresistible twisted is kiss the toes
I'ma kick ya nose if one of ya oppose
I'm all he hates, cause I became a landmark like Gates
Maudie's great, tall estate, debate, nigga, call me Yates

It's no challenge, It's no at all
When you up the ball against the low
The low average, 'em, toetag 'em
I'ma let you be great
But it ain't no a Yates

Lately I've been fuck rap
Did he say "fuck rap"?
Oh no no, I'mma write in bold and plus
RAP
Cuz all these tough cats really don't no nut sack
Trust that 'nuff does back much wackness
that shit
Down the gowns with the sounds for the clowns
And not in a way
You can underground with the pounds
When they gust that
Oh so, low we stojo, hoes and dough negro we flow
Let the soul glow, mojo,
Pillowcase, over the head of the
Illustrate, with my and murders my ministry
the fate of my enemy, feel the weight of my energy
I the hate. Facilitate. Disc jockey's will scrilla make
play your records until you break radio
Ain't but real estate
It's still a deal of mates who ain't real awake
But the is great, ain't no iller ape that can kill a Yates

It's no challenge, no challenge at all
When you up the ball the low average
The low average, killin' 'em, 'em
let you be great though
But it no stoppin' a Yates

I can keep my head, while everybody theirs
No Marcus, I told you, don't this debate
I'm all friend, we the median like, you feedin' me in
Tired of bein' the intermediate
Faded on bullshit, control the medium
I done ran my meniscus
I out-rapped everybody Christmas
So why in the hell would I
If I do, I'm being Ezale
Front line level, untamed,
After all this shit, I on lane, loser
And that's yo ass get for hittin' that snoozer
My brain is worth the future, and yes, I don't get
So my verses when they send me to kill 'em
I'm like Biblin' niggas, keepin' it blacker than Power
But why the Zachary? No leashes, I'm free sucker
No reachin' no deep into mine
Like a of lines
Revisit when you wanna hear that real wizard (?)
Young and timeless, science, prominent and flyin'
And beat them beats to meet and but I conscience