Luyện nghe bài hát All The Way Live

Caps get peeled in my force field
Like a with hollow points I keep rap flows that's ill
So when you walkin' down the
You watch who you approachin'
I'm not R&B singer, so ain't no need 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 worked for starvin'
Downin' all types, from St. Ide's to Red Stripe
(Yipes)

The menace stuffin' down motherfuckers windpipes
Has returned to burn, it's time y'all niggaz
I y'all niggaz 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
After Bill Cosby comes
Transmitting to all my black people
Catch my drift, I'm down with my nigga

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 more fly than Jasmin Guy
Hooked up John Q so let me do my thing
While niggaz rock the play shit they bought from Chess King
But still, I train rhymes to like a seal
Niggaz say my 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 these how you figure

I it to your chest, pour all the way live
And deliver ill verse to cause highs
When we start rappin', heads roll Patton
With the flood blood clot the Alkaholiks a lot
Yo, I'm like Grimace I'm on this rap scrimmage
And I got this magic, want to make your soul diminish
The delivers, I be the Queens nigga 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' like light saber
Yeah, what? You trapped in the
Where MC's get seared and all spots
And in this rap a nigga need to be thicky
I fuck with the who downs the deuce, deuce Mickey's
I'm from the rotten apple, niggaz can't grapple
And to the Liks, hit your ass like a tackle

Pow, bust my style
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 me, I'm in this rap game so I'ma aim to be best
fresh, but off the head it's like the dunk contest
I don't walk the street, I roll my in an instant
I rock the beat to sleep an infant
The crew, comin' like this on you
With that four minute 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 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 nuts need
I'm not old school, or new school, I'm school, I'm ditchin'
When my girl starts bitchin' I gets got a kitchen

I fly down like the Chi-town
I got the iller noise to make the hardcore grin
When, the come marchin' in
I'ma roll by 'em in the fly Lincoln
Roughneck wanna box me down
'Cuz I got the lookin' like Foxy Brown
The Liks bring the Tip sticks it in your ear holes
I drop the mic and the Heisman pose

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