Luyện nghe bài hát 4, 3, 2, 1

[Redman]
hah
[Method]
[Redman]

[LL J] Make it butter
I'm gonna Bankhead bounce!
[LL Cool J] No
[Redman] watch yo mouth!

Aiyyo, one two three four five six seven
the hot
[LL Cool J] trizack that sound like
Seven six five three two one
My mon come and get some

Man]
Playin my position, hot
This one, for all the ones, confliction
Posionous sickening, best believe
finger itchin with two legs, now I'm trippin
on MC's cliche, shot that
start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked
Gotta love me, no one above me
Look good but ugly, tap your jaw
my punch, watch your son and you
Got you in your last Huggie, runnin who?
punk, get a speed bump comin through
A single shot make your knock, respect Wu

Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a
Turnin to a certified sinner
The bomb I release, pent up (explodes)
While you got set up I was hittin ex hoe
Shit I kept low, your metro
Politic, keep the chickenheads
I'm drivin in, come with funk halogen
Terrorize your city, from the spliff
Kick ass till both turn shitty
Gritty, smack the head in the chin see
When I approach rappers be notes
I drop like I shoulda the raincoat
Absolut, I to burn to the roots
I keep comin til your pour from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the
Tell you fuck you my attitude is

I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me it
I snatch your witcha head still attatched to it
Canibus is the who'll fight for mics
Beatin niggaz to death and beatin dead niggaz to
When you look at me long enough, I start to read your
if the signal was strong enough, and then call your bluff
like, "Yo, how many rhymes you got?" I think go on
for more than Mazda's got on the car lot
And there's to run ta, when I confront ya
Nigga, I call your bluff you had a phone number
Who see Canibus get wild, who wanna act fly and
get shot with a surface-to-air missile
I take em on in all shapes sizes and forms and on
anybody who ain't enough to shit on
Zero to sixty? I'm doin a hundred
when I'm and I give it to any nigga that want it

Stay out the dark, cause if I catch you the sun is down
Run it clown, come up off that, or I'm gun it down
in doubt, however skull goes, it's gon' be that
See that, that finish you dawg, believe that
Where we at, do your value your life, as much as possesions?
be a stupid nigga, learn a lesson
I'm gon' get you either way, and it's better to
Let me get what's between your sock, cause it's, to give
receive, believe what I say when I tell you
Don't make me put your somewhere nobody'll smell you
And when the lights is out, they come back on
This a flick you ain't gon' come back on, you ain't that strong
You knew it was wrong, but you for it baby
You'se a pink nigga, ski mask for it
so I can hit you up on teeth, you think I'm sweet?
heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat

Aiyyo, one
two
[Red]
four
[Red]
six
[Red]
Blaze the hot
[Method] like heaven

six
[Meth]
four
[Meth]
two
one
[Redman] on Mr. Smith, come get some!

[LL J]
When young sons fantasize of borrowing
tell little shorty with the big mouth the is closed (yeah, word up)
The symbol on my arm is off to challengers
You hold the rusty I swing the Excalibur
How dare you step up in my
Your little ass should be somewher cryin on
Watch your mouth better yet hold your
I'ma do this shit for free this this one's for fun
Blow you to pieces, you covered in feces
one thesis ("LL Cool J is hard")
Every boy wanna pick up the mic
and try to run with the big and live up to the real hype
But that's like pickin up a ball, playin with
Swingin at Ken Griffey or Roy to a fight
Snappin, you MC's
Don't you know I'm like the Team tourin overseas
For in my circle I'm a deadly disease
Ringmaster, a tiger cub to his knees (uhh)
In the of rap they've never seen such prominence
naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)
Now let's get to this mic on my arm
If it ever left my side transform into a time bomb
You don't wanna borrow that, you wanna
And you don't wanna make me mad you wanna socalize
And I'm daring every MC in the
to play out position, and mention my name
I make a rhyme for every in your name
Go for every time your grimy ass was on the train
Watch your mouth don't step out of line
LL Cool J nigga, greatest of all