Luyện nghe bài hát Back to Back Rhyming

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

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

[a.g.]
Finesse, my turn to kick a swift one
('they'll be another rough rhyme this one' - rakim)
You know an mc, well tell him to
Cause dre smooth is at a liver rate
You knock em out the box, I'm niggas out
You the giant, well money live it out
I'm not a punk, far from a
You sleep at all, and you will from the top bunk
I'm dropping math, science, and all that shit
Step in the studio, it's another hit
Take about ten beginning to end
Don't to brag, but I am what I am
And a mean machine, a dream machine
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 cause near
The time for your death so step to the
Now get off, let off, off cause you're soft
Stop blushing I'm rushing/russian mikael gorbechov
tactics, you can't hack this
Brothers ain't half stepping, they're backwards
You get near, if you do, you're near here
Stepping to me like a man in a
Pressure's like a new pearl, you're in a new
I run with just a pen like a catholic
Back in the first grade, thought you had it
Got a twister to catch a tounge blister
Sally seashells down by the seashore
How wood could 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 negotiate
Slaughter toys say boys what's the
You shugged your and quote "andre's a giant"

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