Luyện nghe bài hát Yates

Ever my cradle date, or my prenatal state
I was blessed with the to disable hate
With fatal takes on the mic is makin' my break
And smash every lady at Strange, call them my label-mates
I throw the squad up, them I'ma ya broad up
Genital, so plentiful, ya chemical's low but up
Wishin' slow the god up
But I trippin' when I rip I'm twitchin'
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 somethin' slither
inside the surface of Strange, sir, simply sight-see
Spit the flow, get the dough, I hit the ho
irresistible twisted is this kiss the toes
I'ma kick ya if one of ya pricks oppose
I'm all he hates, cause I became a landmark like Ollie
great, tall estate, y'all debate, nigga, call me Yates

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

Lately I've been like rap
Did he say "fuck rap"?
Oh no no, I'mma write in and plus caps
RAP
Cuz all these tough cats really don't have no nut
Trust that 'nuff scratch back much wackness
Flush that
Down the gowns with the sounds for the clowns
And not in a way
You can drown with the pounds
they gust that shit
Oh so, low we stojo, hoes and negro we flow though
Let the soul glow, mojo,
Pillowcase, over the head of the
Illustrate, with my mouth and my ministry
the fate of my enemy, feel the weight of my energy
I heal the hate. Facilitate. jockey's will scrilla make
Then play your records until you break
Ain't nothing but estate
still a fake deal of mates who ain't real awake
But the mill is great, no iller ape that can kill a Yates

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

I can my head, while everybody losin' theirs
No Marcus, I told you, start this debate
I'm all arsenal friend, we the like, you feedin' me in
of bein' with the intermediate
Faded on bullshit, the whole medium
I done ran my meniscus
I done everybody Christmas
So why in the would I fail?
If I do, I'm being Ezale
Front line level, untamed,
After all shit, I remain on lane, loser
And that's what yo ass get for hittin' snoozer
My brain is the future, and yes, I don't get worked
So my verses hurts when they me to kill 'em
I'm like Biblin' niggas, keepin' it blacker than Rangers
But why the name Zachary? No leashes, I'm free
No no knee deep into mine
Like a of lines
Revisit when you wanna hear that real wizard (?)
Young and timeless, elite science, and flyin'
And beat them beats to meet and greet but I