Luyện nghe bài hát Attack of New Jeruzalum

[El Da
check dis check dat, MC El my shit fat
Rockin off this track, you say we're wack yo fuck dat
Word to life I kick the hyper ? my rap'll gather
after, my skills of the dip dapper
I the fort with my sorts, rap sports
I got on my dick, from down South to up North
Rhymes rip the hipper nigga, a swigger
MC El the rigger of the fat style you can't
Rhymes out the ass you pass up
My rizzle dizzle dazzle, tears up the like ?
I blows with my flows bust your nose kick the ass of
who ain't, got the how-knows, to make the go (HO!)
Out they see, my rap technique
Take up mad Chiefs, I go through 60 in a week
Attackin New Jeru, as I do my
shit everyday, to niggaz around my way
From Da Bricks, where every block it got mad
MC El Da with the attack of New Jeruz

Artifacts

Attack, of Attack of New Jeruzalum (2X)
"Check it, who wanna it? I flows the next shit" (2X)

One]
Well as I up, my fuckin reps up, and snappin quicker
I'm slicker than a zipper, get more wet than
Got trunks and crates, full of breaks
I'll Bootsy make a loop and you get souped because I'm great
With the bar sample, add a bass and kick
You're on my for my tricks, when I fix the remix
I twist this disc emphasis, since
dead presidents residence, from dollars and cents
I got pull like Magneto cee-lo with steel dice
My black book make, more people petrol than Floess
I'm nice on mic jacks, and to a dub deck
The Knotty Headed ruffneck, Tame give a fuck yet
I up the funk to smoke the blunt that's like a tree trunk
I get blitt, to rip shit, still piss and MC's punks
My knotty body blows like ?
The trooper's gettin zooted off the funky herbal
Don't test me, press or even to try to serve me
Cause I'm down and from the undergrounds of Jersey
to Fats daddy cause I'm fatter than your Timberlands
Ladies and gentlemen, Tame got more balls than
So step up and get your fronts
by the blunt crackin rapper, and get your bitch I smack her

Chorus:

Attack, of what? of New Jeruzalum (4X)
"Check it, who wanna wreck it? I the next shit" (4X)

(Ehh heh eh, a guest at my show)

[Jay
The J the A the Y the B the U the R the N
Watch your back look over your shoulder, I'm bout to you over
a bulldozer, get on the CB one rover
Cause I pulve-rize a, MC I'm nicer
Click click click, I MC's like I'm the Predator
Don't think it's ? I kill like I'm a matador
Lyrics bust through my just like I sing a song
Jay got more flavor, goya, adobo
I'm wreckin CD's and tapes, with "That's Them"
Keeps you jumpin like a pogo chicks are doin a go-go
I got the instinct, make MC's extinct
Pep more than ginseng, always mad
forwards I rrrrrrrrrrip, backwards I
Fester, I keep the warmer than furrrrr
No way to it, my style is automatic
Many MC system down when your gun comes around
Plus I roll more chicks in stirrups, than Lou Phillips
Makin swell up, ??
I step up in a rage the five-oh says damn
Jay B's give your black ass a new cage
out, with the Artifacts, I kick the nonstop rap
MC El and One got my back
In the attack, of what? Attack of New

Artifacts

Attack, of what? Attack of New (4X)
"Soul in my strut, in my hustle" (4X)