Luyện nghe bài hát Quills

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

Yo, in the staircase, blood on the pavement
I the quills with it let it spill on the pages
Compose another for the killers and manglers
and wranglers, fifth still in the chamber
Shit, I'm scientific but my reflex's
Pull out-rageous from the floor of the basement
Then bust talons if my peoplez in danger
I'm Larry Davis, duckin' helicopter, hoverin' government
We muscle the
What 'Riq will leave your shit in utter amazement
I'm hot call it contagious
The shit the Roots started got these other artists through changes
My vision is the strangest, the rhythm is
niggas on the titty in your formative stages
Is in the iris and the way I spit
That tell these other rappers I ain't fo' no shit
Black traumatic, so there you it
My average, abort full of graphic assault, it's all classic
Thought, put ass-backwards rappers in a package
Experience is all is, I'm well 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 pack metal
You me?

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

Yo, the heavy
We walk around a little edgy, all and steady
Withdrawal like Strawberry, it figures
Niggas mad from ghetto sandwiches and swine
Cryin' times, disadvantegeous, man listen
The story in the ghetto the
Seem like it's just things that never will change
birth to a style and won't give it a name
Talk 'bout it's a different thang
Envision again, the honorable 'Riq, general Hannibal
The diabolique, animal style
Out of your kid, you proud that you seen this
Fifth linguist, a lyrical genious
Inject you with the down english
The most freshest and cleanest, Geez, guess what the fame is
Kareem's makin' me fiendish
Don't act shaky and squeamish, if you real me believe it nigga

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

Yo, the rebel Rivera
You felt date, you better
Don't copped off, create it just save cheddar
I hit the studio a pen and a vendetta
Sippin' an ice Beck, huffin' the tenth letter
Driftin', shots lickin while the plot
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, my tablet with firing pins
holes in the plastic for oxygen
MCs jumpin' out shoes and socks
Must have seen their face in the it's gots to been
Thought as the cure for cancer
Same corrupt city as Mumia the
Man to man, cocked, block and standoff
Bang, gunfire slang up in the dance
Yo, I hold the mic that could be thrown as a bomb
it just to sling it at your favorite icon
Thing my music is it ain't shit like y'all
Thought, diesel like a python
You know what I'm

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

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