Luyện nghe bài hát 10% Dis

Hot damn, hot damn, hot damn, hot
Hot damn, hot damn hoe, here we go
Suckers steal a beat, when you know they win
You the beat, are you havin' fun?
Now, me and the Auds show you how its done

You are what I as a, nerver plucker
Youre pluckin' my nerves, you MC
I thought I oughta tell you, yet warn
That I am a stop, and my word is Bond

James, killin' everybody in sight
The codes three-six, the name is
this jam, I really dont give a damn
'Cause Ima run and your whole damn clan, that youre a

Beat biter, dope style
Tell you to your face, you aint nuttin' but a
Beat biter, dope style
you to your face, you aint nuttin' but a faker
(Hit me why dontcha, hit me why dontcha?)

Milks bodyguard, is my too
You wanna get hurt, this is what you do
You put your left foot up, and your right foot next
Follow instructions, dont the context
Thirty days a month your is rude
We know the of your bloody attitude

Beat biter, dope taker
Tell you to face, you aint nuttin' but a faker
Beat biter, dope taker
Tell you to face, you aint nuttin' but a faker

Your style is smooth, even for a mic
You won applause as a Rakim sound-alike
a milkbone, a sign of recognition
Dont away, I think you should listen close
boast, you said you wasnt braggin'
You fuckin' liar, chasin' a chuckwagon

The only way you you have to be taught
That if a beat is not for sale, then it cant be
When you the mic, you claim its smokin'
Unlike Rakim, you are a
And I think you oughta stop, you gets in too deep
'Cause a sister like Lyte, yo, I dont sleep

Beat biter, dope taker
Tell you to your face, you aint but a faker
Beat biter, style taker
Tell you to your face, you aint nuttin' but a

When Im in a jam, my homegirl Jill
My cousin Trey the room with a posse to kill
So I step in the middle, it just a little
Wait for female to step up and pop junk
Give my cousin a cue, treat the girl a punk

Now Im not tryin' to say Im into static
But yo, if you cause it, yup, we gotta it
'Cause I aint out like a sucker no way
So I sit around the way for you to my day

We can go for the hands, yet for the words
youll be ignored, and at the same time, Ill be heard
Throughout the city, the town and the
The beat is funky, my is spunky

There is no delayin in the rhyme Im
Neither are the of what my DJ is playin'
So sit Jack, and listen to this its 10% dis
'Cause Im just about ready to fly fist, against your lips

But Ill for the day or night that you approach
And Ima then burn ya like a piece of, toast
Pop you in the microwave to watch your bubble
Your skin just crumble, a battles no

Get my homegirls Dohni and Kiki to get
This thing called hip-hop, is rulin' it
I hate to laugh in your face, but funny
Your beat, your rhymin', timin', all crummy

On the topic of rappin', I write a pamphlet, better yet a booklet
Your rap is weak homegirl and its crooked
Others write rhymes, while I write my own
I dont create a character, when Im on the

I am myself, no to be played
No script to be written, no to be made
I am the director, as far as you are
You believe me, then youll have to learn

aint as hard as MC Lyte can get
And matter of fact, you aint nothin' yet
So never let me step a party hardy
Talk to some people and then from somebody

You wanna battle? Cause you know I am
You wanna come in the 90s and see me at a jam
When a, mic is handy, ten away
I stretch my arm elastic, head like a magnet

Set assure, you know I dont
When it comes to it, the nitty gritty
For a sucker like you I a whole lot of pity

biter, dope style taker
Tell you to face, you aint nuttin' but a faker
Beat biter, dope taker
Tell you to your face, you aint nuttin' but a