Luyện nghe bài hát All The Way Live

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

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

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

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

Pow, bust my liquid-ass
to Mad Lib and my nigga 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 this rap game so aim to be best
It's fresh, but off the it's like the dunk contest
I walk the street, I roll 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 locked down a pit
I let the, ink submerger, into the thin wood
Beats make my head bop, so I'ma it for the streets
I fill all my with big butts and boom
I let my pants 'cuz 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
I got the iller noise to make the hardcore grin
When, the saints come in
I'ma right by 'em in the fly Lincoln
Roughneck wanna box me down
'Cuz I got the ladies lookin' Foxy Brown
The Liks bring the Tip sticks it in your ear holes
I drop the mic and the Heisman pose

G, I get hardcore man
From the a fuckin' wonderman, bam
Lunatic potential, an differential
smashin' instrumentals
On this 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'