Luyện nghe bài hát 4, 3, 2, 1 (E-Dub Remix)

Aiyyo, one, two, three, four, five, six,
Blaze the hot that sound like heaven
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
My mon methtical come and get

my position, hot Nixon
This one, for all the sick ones, ion
Poisonous darts sickenin', believe
Finger with two broke legs, now Im trippin

On Mcs cliche, shot that
Start trouble bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, God no one me
Look good but fuck ugly, tap jaw

my punch buggy sunnin' you
Got you in your last huggie, runnin' who?
punk, get a speed bump comin' through
A shot make your knees knock, respect wu

I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga
Turnin' to a certified sinner
The bomb I release, pent up
you got set up I was hittin' your ex hoe
Shit I low, petro your metro

Politic, keep the heads gobblin'
Im drivin' in, come with funk halogen
Terrorize your city, the spliff committee
ass till both timberlands turn shitty
Gritty, the drivers head in the chin' see

When I approach rappers be takin'
I drop like I invented the raincoat
Absolute, I love to to the roots
I comin' til your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the
Tell you fuck you my is anemic

Im the nigga alive, watch me prove it
I snatch your crown witcha head still to it
Canibus is the type wholl for mics
Beatin' to death and beatin' dead niggaz to life

When you look at me enough, I start to read your thoughts
If the signal was strong enough, and then Ill call bluff
Like, yo, how many rhymes you got? I Ill go on
For more than Mazdas got on the car lot

And theres to run ta, when I confront ya
Nigga, I call your bluff like you had a number
Who wanna see get wild, who wanna act fly
And get shot down with a surface-to-air

I take em on in all shapes sizes and and spit on
who aint close enough to shit on
Zero to sixty? Im doin' a hundred
When Im blunted and I it to any nigga that want it

Stay out the dark, cause if I catch you when the sun is
Run it clown, up off that, or Im gon gun it down
When in doubt, however skull goes, its gon be
See that, that shitll finish you dawg, believe

Where we at, do your your life, as much as your possessions?
Dont be a stupid niggs, learn a
Im gon get you either way, and its better to
Let me get between your sock, cause its, better to give

Than receive, believe what I say I tell you
Dont make me put somewhere where nobodyll smell you
And the lights is out, they dont come back on
This aint a flick you aint gon come back on, you that strong

You it was wrong, but you asked for it baby
Youse a pink nigga, ski for it, baby
So I can hit you up on teeth, you think Im sweet?
Want One deep, leave him behind, front seat

Aiyyo, one, two, three, four, five, six,
the hot trizack that sound like heaven
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
My mon come and get some

When sons fantasize of borrowing flows
Tell little Shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed, yeah, up
The on my arm is off limits to challengers
You hold the rusty swords I swing the

How dare you up in my dimension
Your little ass should be somewhere on detention
Watch your mouth better yet hold tongue
Ima do this shit for this time this ones for fun

Blow you to pieces, leave you in feces
With one thesis, LL Cool J is
Every little boy pick up the mic
And try to run the big boys and live up to the real hype

But like pickin' up a ball, playin' with Mike
Swingin' at Ken Griffey or Roy to a fight
Snappin, you mcs
Dont you know Im like the dream tourin' overseas

For rappers in my Im a deadly disease
Ringmaster, a tiger cub to his knees
In the of rap theyve never seen such prominence
Your naive confidence crushed by my dominance, word up

Now lets get to this mic on my arm
If it ever my side itd transform into a time bomb
You wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize
And you dont wanna make me mad nigga you wanna

And Im every mc in the game
To play yourself out position, and mention my
I make a rhyme for syllable in your name
Go platinum for every your grimy ass was on the train
your mouth dont ever step out of line
LL Cool J nigga, of all time