Luyện nghe bài hát And You Don't Stop

[Ol' Dirty
Yeah, now gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'?
Def Jam,
like Method Man, Redman
Say all the here, knowumsayin'?
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 soar in that
I feel assurin' durin', also
Yes, feel assured by I won
'cause there's no one who can fuck wit
I'm not bein' but I'm born to boss
You need A-Sun, oh yes, well of
Don't see the riot, everyone quiet
If you don't believe nigga, get and try it
Yes it is me, a total MC
Yo, I'm born to be, MC
Rhyming on time that's the deal
only as fresh as your ass feel
Other MC's, you are bound to
'cause your real world is not a at all

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Drunken Master, styles street disaster
cut faster than a fairy slasher
Tai-chi, Kung Fu fighting, ODB hands as lightenin'
Techique too
Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like lay
Let's get it on, chow broke, it's not 'bout
boxin', better punch, you need oxegen, try again
When yu catch the wind, I'll break you in

Killa]
Approach the mic slow, it's to blow
One crow crane, anti-chain movement
Restore the ming, take this thing for joke
Serious men in thought, misunderstood, held the fork
He's too defensive, too mean, you didn't, now a scene
cats over here got glock holdin' him down
These niggas scheming, I'm everything
Ten steps ahead, on the wall my
Agent high told friend of the wine

[Method
Still offa cheap wine
front lines, niggas wanna front, fine
Fuck wit me and mine, rain on your
Swine nigga's come as hard as a rind
Can you dig it? Only percent live it
While the of you fake niggas try to get it
Now around

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[Ol' Bastard]
wit the All In Together Now Crew
The GZA, the RZA, me of too
The I'm analyzing is strickly Hip Hop
That's what's made, well is on my workshop
You was unable earn advance
Just to the untouchable kip hop dance
They're of the utmost, truly I'm the utmost
Have you ever the hip hop holy ghost
Man, I mean really, shit is mad hype
Especially when you yourself rhymin' over mics
I became a wrecker my amplifier
it down base, treble through my dancer
That's one new dance, it's to my Black Magic
not classic, arabic, or basic
It's thickly, dirty and districkly
If not don't you me and forget me

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