Luyện nghe bài hát All The Way Live

Caps get peeled rolling in my force
Like a nine with points I keep rap flows that's 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 roach and I'll admit you the units
While y'all niggaz couldn't move me if you for starvin' students
all beer types, from St. Ide's to Red Stripe
(Yipes)

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

My name is Tash, I'm from the group that you don't wanna with
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
niggaz rock the play shit that they bought from Chess King
But still, I rhymes to flip like a seal
Niggaz say my rhyme skill on the steel is
But all I do is and swing it when I bring it
Oh shit, that's my nigga, show these niggaz how you

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

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

Pow, bust my liquid-ass
Peace to Mad Lib and my Wild Child

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

You're 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
Beats make my head bop, so rock it for the streets
I all my days with big butts and boom
I let my pants hand my big nuts need room
I'm not old school, or new school, I'm school, I'm ditchin'
When my girl starts I gets got like a kitchen

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

G, I get hardcore man
From the a fuckin' wonderman, bam
potential, an isperential differential
Confidentially instrumentals
On tune I bring raps of doom to the mic
And put my shit in flight, peep
If the drunk funk don't wanna hump in your
Man, you got some junk