Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boys in the Cut

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