Luyện nghe bài hát Ali Baba & The Mic Thieves

1
Ladies and gentlemen
Who's in town
Too Phat and Phlowtron
Ay yo we runnin' it
Breaking the of sound
Jealousy knows no
Moving in three sixty
a merry go round
Still red and
The blood courses through my veins
Arising from the
Like a
Smuggling in phlowcane
there's no pain
There's no
So I sustain my
In a frame that's untamed

2
Yes
Yes yes
I know I'm
I
Displays of
my raps manifest
You couldn't this
I'm hundred I spit tight
Can't me on the mic
We'll hit the and fist fight
I'm to dislike
The type
Speak a cheap
How they gonna me down
frail tales
And psyche
weak
Your style's
And a tad
to this game
Of and seek
With crazy mic

3
Yo it's Khazanah the
I the ground red
Moses scarred
The red sea
I what the future said
hip-hop for the dead
This drive to ecstacy
So let the rules be laid
The kid braces grace
The in this hiatus
reborn revive
Rehearse verse

4
Yo five now
Malique is an cat
We started off the time
You still act
Now what problem is black?
They say they callin' you
You still are shoppin' for your
I'm polishin' plaques?
Should start colleging back
Or start workin' in Mc D's
At least you'll get mack on
But the rap cheese
You mad G?
Start your
And smack me?
Please, a nation of Bloods
Are gonna me

5
Ba' wit' granna mini bonn
It's Da'Bomb
genshi bakudan
Inspectin' the conduct
To
The way
You trynna put
The muthalovin' rhyme
It's evident we adament
About the
Of this commandment
Equivalent to
This brilliant
I can
Coz I more wack emcees than drew

6
Panel of the
this starscream
I
The infamous Fam team
number one
Murder on the run
Spittin'
We the sun
principles
Killing
your eardrums
Diagnose you with sun
your headlumps
Defiance us
Will lead to your
Nation of the three

7
I'm sick of
Who diss
But be acting witches
some disses
To discompose
And hit ya'
I'm to disfigure
Any figure who play
Swift sharp blades
I'm hard to dissuade
So your distance
discomode
And this verse
punks
Disheartened best disperse
I'll distinguish
Who disunite the
And discard friends
rap disabilities
8
I rhyme nice
So lemme you
On this mental
You behind a screen
Never seen a poltergeist
Take my
Up us
And you pay the
When it comes to fights
I and y'all be looking
itty bitty mice
I spit out
a bad taste
Of chocolate
the crowd
I it loud
Then I it fo' ya'
I'm sick of these cats on
I 'em to crisp like toasters
Rob yo' as you screaming
Like six on coasters

9
Delusions of
Is one of the
With you trynna
Your kingdom
If you think your
Then I must be
This is what
When you
the protean stylist
Let the
linguist recite this
Like this your so highness
Are you
I offered you the blue
But the red pill you
Now overdosed

10
Yo, buck a
I stupid rhymes
With my
I'm
This a little toast
For my
I'm roastin' my
Crazy but I post no
Buckin' paranoid when
Think of bombs in a
I think I'm
I'm seein'
I ain't to
Like Linda in Exorcist
Up in my lovin'
the mic I'm lonely
I'm one of a boaster
girlfriends
Cause reals ain't buckin'