Luyện nghe bài hát Back to Back Rhyming

Yeah...just about now in the studio, I'm cooling out with
Rahiem, the giant, my dj mike smooth, shlomo on the engineering
Tip, my man dj premier from gangstarr...we're kick this off
Something funky for this track, what I'm saying?

Now when it comes to rhymes, I'll drop a one
('they'll be another rough rhyme after this - rakim)
I'm the rap senator, ake ten of ya
The mc on the southeast perimeter
Equipped to flip with the of a lip
So dance, hop, or skip or your hips
Cause wax and tax, eat ya up like a kit kat
Don't even riff back, I with that
Skillful sharp with the of an index
Spark and glow mc's windex
Swifter, faster, microphone
finesse writes rhymes by the chapter
Adapt to rap but I won't even yet
So damn hype that I might blow your tape
Full grown, stoned to the
Write rhymes and poems to get known
Superior sargeant, take your whole
Toast mc's, eat em up margin
I'm smart like einstein, I say the fly lines
I get funky you play the sidelines
to take care of you, never sound terrible
Ready equipped, cause I'm available
To rag, snag, and rip the mic
Cause me and dre get ya hyped
On top in rank and I plan to stay
The funkiest poet out shakespeare
Take note of soloist, cause I'm a pro at this
make the crippled want to get up and go to this
Now try to get rid of me
But, I fall in negativity
Cause I'm well respected, that's majestic
are written by thoughts that's selected
Released in public, but not as a
Many are below it but not above it
Dre my brother, the know how
One, two three, we go now

[a.g.]
Finesse, it's my turn to a swift one
('they'll be rough rhyme after this one' - rakim)
You know an mc, well tell him to
Cause dre is flowing at a liver rate
You em out the box, I'm knocking niggas out
You the giant, well money live it out
I'm not a punk, far a chump
You sleep at all, and you will from the top bunk
I'm dropping math, science, and all other shit
Step in the studio, it's just hit
Take about ten from to end
Don't to brag, but I am what I am
And that's a mean machine, a dream
You say, "golly polly, dre's a jolly
Giant" and not half or even semi
You say "is he? " I say "am i? "
The one you fear it's near
The for your death so step to the rear
Now get off, let off, off cause you're soft
blushing I'm rushing/russian like mikael gorbechov
Special tactics, you can't hack
Brothers ain't half stepping, they're walking
You can't get near, if you do, you're near
Stepping to me like a man in a
Pressure's like a new pearl, you're in a new
I run just a pen like a catholic schoolgirl
Back in the grade, thought you had it made
Got a tounge twister to catch a tounge
sells seashells down by the seashore
How wood could a woodchuck chuck more
No more twisters, for blistex
Now you're confused, you what's this, next
Tables rotate, you go rate
Try to locate, but dre negotiate
Slaughter toys say what's the science
You shugged shoulders and quote "andre's a giant"

Yeah, that was crazy funky. yo, like I said, we two brothers getting
Crazy funky in the studio and we drop it like this...see ya!