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, you know they cant win
You stole the beat, are you fun?
Now, me and the Auds show you how its done

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

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

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

bodyguard, is my bodyguard too
You wanna get hurt, well this is you do
You put left foot up, and then your right foot next
Follow instructions, dont lose the
Thirty days a your mood is rude
We know the cause of bloody attitude

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

Your is smooth, even for a cheatin' mic
You shoulda won applause as a sound-alike
Heres a milkbone, a sign of
Dont turn away, I think you listen close
Dont boast, you you wasnt braggin'
You fuckin' liar, chasin' a chuckwagon

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

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

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

Now Im not tryin' to say that Im static
But yo, if you it, yup, we gotta have it
'Cause I goin 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
'Cause be ignored, and at the same time, Ill be heard
Throughout the city, the and the country
The beat is funky, my rhyme is

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

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

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

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

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

This aint as hard as MC can get
And matter of fact, you aint seen yet
So never let me step into a party
Talk to some people and hear 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 feet
I my arm like elastic, head like a magnet

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

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