Luyện nghe bài hát B. Y. S.

I'm like a sniper rhymes'll strike ya when I'm
Mad chicks be when the g starr's talking
And that's because my is bond
I get much fan mail and I respond
So tell your hon to me too
Make sure she puts mr. guru
Brothers know the is unique
I got 100 wild styles in my black
Mc's be me so they keep askin
For me to teach 'em methods slow and fast
And others wanna act as if better
But they only got one style which ain't all that
I'm cooler than wind, harder than steel
I get the with more than just sex appeal
A mystic psychic all your thoughts
I'll touch your and make your brain feel caught
my rapture traps ya and makes you mine
You'll submit to the gift and to the lines
So realize that the size is too large
When I come through I'm pullin' whole cards
I be correct and on the gangster tip
Mc's who front: imma' gonna bust shit

I wonder do you it enough
I'm steppin' and tough, never to front or to bluff
I got the cut baldy, the brothers call me
the man yes with all the
J-a-z-z-y type essence, street type lessons
The one who make the fly ladies feel
Never forgettin' to myself I'm true
Do you want to but watch yourself though "duke"
I don't wanna hear all of that mouthing
Try to pull yours out when nothing out
Then you'll see why you can't with me
The notorious of the gang you see
Starr for power like I said before
I'm like the doctors cure slicker roger moore
I up to a crab mc like this
Tap 'em in the head my mic like this
be revealing that you're weak to the world if you wish
And I that if you persist
Then you get creamed, imma' get real steamed
So don't you try to and try to look all mean
Heyo it that's dead that's it
'cause all you phony ass imma' bust your shit

Now when you see me on the set you I may unleash
A lyric like a mad dog barking the speaker
Step off unless you wanna get up
Your raps worn out out fucked up
You lucked up or you lucked out
'cause at the battle time you snuck out
But now I'm rolling over you blast
I'm here to let you know no longer the bull last
telling lies and poppin' all those myths
Keep on fakin' and imma'