Luyện nghe bài hát And You Don't Stop

[Ol' Bastard]
Yeah, now gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'?
Def Jam,
Niggas like Method Man,
Say all the artists here,
Bacon Lot,
I don't no introductions, Cat

I'm sittin' in my west, I'm analyzin'
I'm sippin' off a quart that I just had
I'm thinkin' of the moment, things in that head
I feel assurin' durin', glad
Yes, feel assured by I won
'cause there's no one who can fuck wit
I'm not bein' pushy but I'm to boss
You need A-Sun, oh yes, of course
Don't see the riot, keeps quiet
If you don't nigga, get hyper and try it
Yes it is me, a total MC
Yo, I'm to be, MC history
Rhyming on time because that's the
You're as fresh as your ass feel
Other MC's, you are bound to
'cause your world is not a world at all

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Drunken Master, styles causin' street
Blaze cut faster a fairy slasher
Tai-chi, Fu fighting, ODB hands quick as lightenin'
too deadly
Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles lay long
Let's get it on, heavy chow broke, it's not
Shadow boxin', punch, you need oxegen, try again
When yu the second wind, I'll break you in

[Masta
Approach the mic slow, about to blow
One foot crow crane, movement
Restore the ming, some take this thing for
Serious men deep in thought, misunderstood, the fork
He's too defensive, too mean, you didn't, now it's a
These cats over got glock holdin' him down
These niggas scheming, I'm everything
Ten steps ahead, on the smokin' my
Agent told best friend of the wine

[Method
Still drunk offa cheap
Holdin' front lines, wanna front, fine
Fuck wit me and mine, on your sunshine
Swine nigga's come as as a pork rind
Can you dig it? Only five percent it
the rest of you fake niggas try to get it
Now fuck

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[Ol' Dirty
Down wit the All In Together Now
The GZA, the RZA, me of too
The thing I'm analyzing is Hip Hop
That's what's made, well made is on my
You was unable plus earn
to touch the untouchable kip hop dance
They're sayin' of the utmost, I'm the utmost
you ever caught the hip hop holy ghost
Man, I really, that shit is mad hype
Especially when you find yourself rhymin' mics
I became a wrecker my amplifier
Break it down base, through my dancer
That's one new dance, it's to my Black Magic
It's not classic, arabic, or
It's strickly thickly, and districkly
If not don't you me and forget me

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