Luyện nghe bài hát Are You Ready

What we gonna do right is
Yeah, yeah, on, come on
Yeah, yeah, come on, on, come on
it out, check it out
Yo, yo, yo, who the fuck is that nigga on the mic?
Who is this

It's the wicked, nigger with the super
ho's like I'm supposed to be in a flick, uh
One time, I tap yo mind, I got you
Now you to press rewind

I pour rhyme in your ear to develop
Slice the fuckin' Philly and up the buds
Who's Buddha? I know, is it a special?
Stick a fork in your neck and pop a blood

The hispanic shaft a gat, too
Permanent your ass like a tattoo
Slam dunk the funk in your trunk,
Da doom, doom, do

Yeah, cool makin' moves so smooth
Scarin' ya, hangs up in the
But is like the area
I stare at ya, tear at ya, break that
Now crack the fuckin' and roll that shit black

Act like you want a and watch me hit him
I have my shottie' let my brother divine get him
We got him, comin' through in the clutch
She said, "I only suck that 'cause I love you so much"

Said, I only lick them 'cause you so game tight
And you keep my ass the fuckin' walls at night
So hit me, hit me one time, let me it
still makin' moves but now I've gots to exit

Are you ready? ready for him?
Are you ready? Y'all ready for
Are you ready? Y'all ready for
Are you Y'all ready for him?

Hold up, you know I gots to get my off
Fuckin' rugged like a dog about to bite neck off
still puttin' fear in the hearts of mad crews
Leavin' lyin' dead in the street with no clues

Soul like a mother got the on lock
You can hear my echo through the urban block
Got stacks of stocks and fat to knock
Got you open now hopin' that the junkyard rocks

Okay here goes the blow, the bag, the
time to represent flava so strong
Fills the room like Buddha stick, uhuh, like choke
Gotta get paid so we're tryin' to go for

Beatnuts hit the rhythm and I right with 'em
Niggas can't see flow so it's time to down sit 'em
I kick the for the niggas with the bald heads
Dreads, and 'fros, honey's, but no

Oops, I didn't mean to you ho, bitch
But when you try to clock the pocket that bullshit
So let's get down with one of New York's
Seed to the brain like to clear the sinus

Grand Puba, Stud Doogie the mad style
comin' with the rugged
(Hey you, out now)
It's on motherfucker, you see that?
No shame in the game, so Doogie where the at?

Are you ready? Y'all for us?
Are you ready? ready for us?
Are you ready? ready for us?
Are you Y'all ready for us?
Are you Y'all ready for us?

Right now as high as a junkie
With a hundred dollar