Luyện nghe bài hát The Spark

Yo, the feet that I walk
The ears I hear with, the eyes that I see with
The mouth that I talk with, the terror that I with
Now it's to spark shit

Yo, the feet that I with
The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see
The mouth that I talk with, the terror I stalk with
Now it's to spark shit

Look God, I walk around a little edgy
Y'all MC's come into my face, but my steady
M-illitant is skilled in strategic plan
I float across seas and, across land
Standin', in these thoughts of murder
The structure of this that's corrupted with sin
I'm always hittin', to MC's guessin'
For any transgression, in my
There be a blessing, and your explicit intoxicated
Buddha session, to stressin'
Me with the madness, puttin' niggaz on my had
No sadness is felt, you shuffled and your get dealt
Jim Carrey ass niggaz to melt
Impact like a buckle bein' swung off a belt
Any for shelter, when in the realms of a welter
My weight will tilt ya, hold and change your filter
My attitude a product of
So for gratitude, you know you can't rely on me
eyein' me, with looks of they anxiety
Wonderin' in my heart, velocity or piety
Yo, it depends on one, you bring to surface
At times I get trife, but to worship is my purpose
Malik be with the tree, to spot an enemy
You cloggin' me up cat, now vacant the

Yo, the feet that I walk
The ears I hear with, the eyes that I see with
The mouth I talk with, the terror that I stalk with
Now it's time to spark

Yo, the feet that I with
The ears that I with, the eyes that I see with
The mouth that I talk with, the terror I stalk with
Now time to spark shit

I'm symbolic to a ballot, it's Abdul
approach with bullshit, I'm quick to call it invalid
Route through district, we keep it simplistic
No for the rapper to talk, put it on halt
me the vault, or the safe, cause I'm on the paper chase
Wade route states for bout thirty down my waist
I'm tryin to get it, these rain thoughts become acidic
one in the chamber, ready to aim and spit it
A girlfriend and team made cash just splintered
I what you got to give, cause I got to live
The last hour, I bet ass you act sour
act up, but I still can pass dowa
I'm new ways to try to reach these better days
Instead of tryin' to take you under I just you wonder
I fast, make salaat, and pay zakaat
I didn't make Hajj yet, but my next project
two lives, one of turn and one with true lies
Keepin' a hoe, knowin' these hands into my
In the livin' modest with my nigga Trotter
I circle my foes, tawaf around the kaba
I used to live life, like was no mañana
Now I'm treatin' every breath, like it was your
I'm Mill-itill-itant with the Fifth that stand
Like a pillar, I'm I and T-L Manilla

Yo, the feet that I with
The ears that I hear with, the eyes I see with
The that I talk with, the terror that I stalk with
Now it's time to shit

Yo, the feet that I walk
The ears I hear with, the eyes that I see with
The mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk
Now it's time to spark

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