Luyện nghe bài hát All The Way Live

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

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

My name is Tash, I'm from the group that you don't fuck with
shy, sippin' on some 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 rock the play shit that they bought from Chess King
But still, I train rhymes to flip like a
Niggaz say my rhyme skill on the is unreal
But all I do is chill and swing it I bring it
Oh shit, my nigga, show these niggaz how you figure

I it to your chest, pour all the way live
And deliver ill verse guaranteed to highs
When we start rappin', roll like Patton
With the flood blood clot the Alkaholiks 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 Queens nigga on
Mary ain't nuttin' but a joint

called a nigga up to add a little bit of flavor
Now I'm cuttin' and like Luke's light saber
Yeah, You trapped in the zone
MC's get seared and all spots blown
And in rap shit a nigga need to be thicky
I fuck with the crew who the deuce, deuce Mickey's
I'm from the rotten apple, y'all niggaz grapple
And love to the Liks, hit ass like a tackle

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

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 game so I'ma aim to be
fresh, but off the head it's like the dunk contest
I don't the street, I roll my Jeep in an instant
I rock the beat to sleep like an
The crew, comin' like this on you
that four minute Olde English piss on you

You're bustin' dumb 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 I'ma it for the streets
I fill all my days with big butts and
I let my pants hand 'cuz my big nuts need
I'm not old school, or new school, I'm school, I'm ditchin'
When my starts bitchin' 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
I'ma roll by 'em in the fly Lincoln
niggaz wanna box me down
'Cuz I got the lookin' like Foxy Brown
The Liks 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
potential, an isperential differential
Confidentially instrumentals
On this tune I bring raps of to the mic
And put my shit in flight, peep
If the drunk don't wanna hump in your trunk
Man, you got motherfuckin' junk