Luyện nghe bài hát All The Way Live

Caps get peeled in my force field
Like a nine with hollow points I keep rap flows ill
So you walkin' down the block
You better watch who you
I'm not your R&B singer, so ain't no for vocal coachin'
Just a forty and a and I'll admit you rock the units
While niggaz couldn't move me if you worked for starvin' students
Downin' all beer types, St. Ide's to Red Stripe
(Yipes)

The menace stuffin' mics motherfuckers windpipes
Has returned to burn, it's y'all niggaz learn
I naturalize y'all niggaz relaxer in a perm
flows that go against the grain with a story so compellin'
I should the people's court
Snatch the mic from Doug Llewellyn and my own show
Bill Cosby comes Ricooooo
Transmitting to all my black people
my drift, I'm down with my nigga E-Swift

My name is Tash, I'm from the group that you don't wanna fuck
shy, sippin' on some why ask why
Smokin' Thai with this bitch that's more fly than Guy
Hooked up with Q so let me do my thing
While niggaz rock the play shit they bought from Chess King
But still, I train rhymes to flip like a
Niggaz say my skill on the steel is unreal
But all I do is chill and it when I bring it
Oh shit, that's my nigga, these niggaz how you figure

I it to your chest, pour all the way live
And deliver ill guaranteed to cause highs
When we start rappin', roll like Patton
With the flood blood clot the rhyme a lot
Yo, I'm like Grimace when I'm on rap scrimmage
And I got this magic, want to your puny soul diminish
The abstract delivers, I be the Queens on point
Mary Jane nuttin' but a joint

They called a nigga up to add a bit of flavor
Now I'm cuttin' and slashin' Luke's light saber
Yeah, what? You trapped in the
Where get seared and all spots blown
And in this rap shit a need to be thicky
I with the crew who downs the deuce, deuce Mickey's
I'm from the rotten apple, y'all niggaz can't
And to the Liks, hit your ass like a tackle

Pow, my liquid-ass style
Peace to Mad Lib and my nigga Wild

Yo, put in the E while I hit the whiskey
(Bust a off the head J)
The nigga missed me, I'm in this rap game so aim to be best
It's fresh, but off the head it's the dunk contest
I don't walk the street, I my Jeep in an instant
I rock the beat to like an infant
The Likwit crew, comin' this on you
With that four minute Olde English on you

bustin' dumb raps off the cap, oh shit
But I got the pen and pad down like a pit
I let the, ink submerger, the thin wood sheets
make my head bop, so I'ma rock it for the streets
I fill all my days big butts and boom
I let my pants hand 'cuz my big need room
I'm not old school, or new school, I'm modern school, I'm
When my girl starts I gets got like a kitchen

I fly down the Chi-town wind
'Cuz I got the iller noise to make the grin
When, the saints marchin' in
roll right by 'em in the fly Lincoln
Roughneck niggaz wanna box me
'Cuz I got the ladies lookin' like Brown
The bring the beer Tip sticks it in your ear holes
I drop the mic and strike the pose

G, I get hardcore man
From the a fuckin' wonderman, bam
Lunatic potential, an isperential
Confidentially smashin'
On this tune I raps of doom to the mic
And put my rear shit in flight,
If the drunk funk don't wanna hump in trunk
Man, you got some motherfuckin'