Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boys in the Cut

To the, to the, to the up top!
Bam! God damn!
mackerel, pulling suckers' cards out the satchel
You can tonight, it's okay
B Boys in the cut and here to stay
Vibration,
Chatter up on the mic and an incantation
Revelation,
A little with the tribulations
Heed my flow, I got more in
Rhymes are not for breakfast any more
on vacation, like Clark and Rusty
Don't wanna make the beer fest, me
Your wack style is a pale
Heel up, up, to the one Judge Smails
Come at me with rain, I'm coming back with
My broad sword cut through your chain mail
Back up,
Well, Adrock, one of the greatest of all time, no
I gotta go for
Big D, number spitting lead paint
Bringing it back, begin da
spells relief
There's holes in my story like Leon Spinks'
grief, the middle name's Keefe
I keep a microphone in a little, weird
I'm like Oscar the
Trashy, rockin' Derelicte,
I it raw y'all
Just the 42nd Street C train bathroom
I sizzle on the mic like a battered fried
Pundits in the say -- WHAT! -- that's rich!
This is the of shit that's gonna scratch that itch
Now set it off from up inside this bitch
I see you're looking at me and thinking him do?'
Well, I rap upon mic, Mike D, Sweet Lou
Also known as Pretty Lou, a-k-a Mike
I switch up my name pretty how I like
routine dates way back
A lot of people may remember this
But evolved now
Yeah, from the summer before
Well, my name is D, and I gotta new name, and that new name is LARRY!
Well, my is Adrock, and then I gotta new name, and my new name is HARRY!
Well, my is MCA, but I gotta new name, and that new name is GARY!
Well, our DJ's name has stayed the same, his new name is BARRY!