Luyện nghe bài hát All The Way Live

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

The menace stuffin' mics down windpipes
Has returned to burn, it's time niggaz learn
I naturalize y'all like relaxer in a perm
With flows go against the grain with a story so compellin'
I should mind the court
Snatch the mic Doug Llewellyn and host 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 wanna fuck with
Never shy, on some why ask why
Smokin' Thai with this that's more fly than Jasmin Guy
Hooked up John Q so let me do my thing
While rock the play shit that they bought from Chess King
But still, I train to flip like a seal
Niggaz say my skill on the steel is unreal
But all I do is chill and swing it I bring it
Oh shit, that's my nigga, show niggaz how you figure

I it to your chest, pour all the way live
And deliver ill verse guaranteed to cause
When we start rappin', heads like Patton
With the flood clot the Alkaholiks rhyme a lot
Yo, I'm like when I'm on this rap scrimmage
And I got this magic, to make your puny soul diminish
The delivers, I be the Queens nigga on point
Mary Jane ain't but a joint

They called a up to add a little bit of flavor
Now I'm cuttin' and slashin' like Luke's light
Yeah, You trapped in the zone
Where MC's get seared and all blown
And in this rap shit a nigga to be thicky
I fuck with the crew who the deuce, deuce Mickey's
I'm from the apple, y'all niggaz can't grapple
And love to the Liks, hit ass like a tackle

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

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

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

I fly down like the wind
'Cuz I got the iller noise to the hardcore grin
When, the saints come in
roll right by 'em in the fly Lincoln
Roughneck wanna box me down
I got the ladies lookin' like Foxy Brown
The Liks bring the beer Tip it in your ear holes
I the mic and strike the Heisman pose

G, I get hardcore man
From the a fuckin' wonderman, bam
Lunatic potential, an differential
Confidentially instrumentals
On tune I bring raps of doom to the mic
And put my shit in flight, peep
If the drunk funk wanna hump in your trunk
Man, you got some motherfuckin'