Luyện nghe bài hát And You Don't Stop

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

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

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

Man]
Still offa cheap wine
Holdin' front lines, niggas front, fine
Fuck wit me and mine, on your sunshine
nigga's come as hard as a pork rind
Can you dig it? Only five 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 thing I'm analyzing is Hip Hop
That's made, well made is on my workshop
You was unable plus earn
Just to the untouchable kip hop dance
They're of the utmost, truly I'm the utmost
Have you caught the hip hop holy ghost
Man, I mean really, that shit is mad
Especially when you find rhymin' over mics
I a wrecker through my amplifier
it down base, treble through my dancer
That's one new dance, to my Black Magic music
It's not classic, arabic, or
It's strickly thickly, dirty and
If not don't you me and forget me

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