Luyện nghe bài hát Quills

Don't stop (uh stop yo)
Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo, shock yo)
(Give it you got yo)
(Once again it's time, time)
time to ride, ride

Yo, piss in the staircase, on the pavement
I the quills with it let it spill on the pages
Compose another anthem for the and manglers
and wranglers, fifth still in the chamber
Shit, I'm scientific but my reflex's
out-rageous arms from the floor of the basement
Then 'nuff talons if my peoplez in danger
I'm Larry Davis, helicopter, hoverin' government agents
We muscle the
What 'Riq spit leave your shit in utter amazement
I'm hot brolic it contagious
The the Roots started got these other artists going through changes
My vision is the strangest, the is anguish
Y'all on the titty in your formative stages
Is something in the and the way I spit
That tell these other crab rappers I ain't fo' no
traumatic, so there you have it
My battin' average, full of graphic assault, it's all classic
Thought, put ass-backwards in a small package
Experience is all that is, I'm established
Me and the mic in matrimony like a marriage
The technique in reach, if only you could have it
For me automatic, it's na-tu-ral, I'm mad thoro
Poet for hired metal
You me?

Don't (uh don't stop yo)
(cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)
(Give it you got yo)
(Once it's time, it's time)
It's time to ride,

Yo, the heavy
We walk around a edgy, all ready and steady
like Darryl Strawberry, it figures
Niggas mad from them sandwiches and swine
hard times, disadvantegeous, man listen
The story in the the same
Seem like it's just some things that never will
Give birth to a style and won't give it a
'bout consciousness it's a different thang
Envision again, the honorable 'Riq, general Hannibal
The understandable diabolique, style
Out of your dreams kid, you proud that you seen
Fifth supreme linguist, a genious
Inject you with the broke english
The most freshest and cleanest, 'Riq Geez, what the fame is
beat makin' me fiendish
Don't act shaky and squeamish, if you make me believe it nigga

stop (uh don't stop yo)
Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo, soul yo)
(Give it you got yo)
(Once it's time, it's time)
It's to ride, ride

Yo, the rebel Rivera
You felt date, you better
Don't copped off, create it save your cheddar
I hit the studio with a pen and a
an ice cold Beck, huffin' the tenth letter
Driftin', shots lickin while the thickens
in the hourglass thinnin', the last inning
The flash and the cash and the fast
It's nothing, a for the craft keep the passion and
Blaow, kissin' my with firing pins
Poke holes in the plastic for
MCs jumpin' out and socks again
have seen their face in the news it's gots to been
Thought as the cure for cancer
corrupt city as Mumia the Panther
Man to man, hammer cocked, and standoff
Bang, slang up in the dance hall
Yo, I the mic that could be thrown as a pipe bomb
Bring it just to sling it at your icon
Thing about my music is it ain't shit y'all
Thought, like a 28-inch python
You know what I'm

When I'm on the mic won't be no delayin'

Don't stop (uh don't yo)
Tonight (cheeba yo, soul shock yo)
(Give it you got yo)
(Once it's time, it's time)
time to ride, ride