Luyện nghe bài hát Back to Back Rhyming

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

Now when it comes to rhymes, drop a swift one
('they'll be rough rhyme after this one' - 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 shake hips
Cause I'll wax and tax, eat ya up a kit kat
Don't even riff back, I with that
Skillful sharp with the words of an
Spark and mc's like windex
Swifter, faster, microphone
Lord finesse writes rhymes by the
Adapt to rap but I won't break yet
So damn hype that I might your tape deck
Full grown, stoned to the
Write rhymes and poems just to get
Superior sargeant, your whole squadren
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 will get ya
On top in rank and I to stay there
The poet out since shakespeare
Take note of this soloist, I'm a pro at this
Even make the crippled want to get up and go to
Now try to get rid of me
But, I won't fall in
Cause I'm well respected, that's majestic
Rhymes are written by thoughts selected
in public, but not as a subject
Many are below it but not above it
Dre my brother, drop the how
One, two three, we go now

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

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