Luyện nghe bài hát Back to Back Rhyming

Yeah...just about now in the studio, I'm out with scratchmaster
Rahiem, andre the giant, my dj mike smooth, on the engineering
Tip, my man dj premier from gangstarr...we're gonna 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 rough rhyme 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 or shake your hips
I'll wax and tax, eat ya up like a kit kat
Don't even riff back, I ain't that
Skillful sharp with the of an index
and glow mc's like windex
Swifter, faster, master
Lord finesse writes rhymes by the
Adapt to rap but I won't even yet
So damn hype that I might blow your tape
grown, stoned to the bone
Write rhymes and just to get known
Superior sargeant, your whole squadren
Toast mc's, eat em up margin
Cause I'm like einstein, I say the fly lines
I get funky you play the sidelines
Here to 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 to stay there
The funkiest out since shakespeare
Take note of this soloist, I'm a pro at this
Even make the crippled to get up and go to this
Now try to get rid of me
But, I won't in negativity
Cause I'm well respected, lord 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, drop the how
One, two three, we go now

[a.g.]
Finesse, it's my to kick a swift one
('they'll be another rhyme after this one' - rakim)
You know an mc, well him to hybernate
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 fall from the top bunk
I'm dropping math, science, and all that other
Step in the studio, it's just hit
Take about ten beginning to end
Don't mean to brag, but I am I am
And that's a machine, a dream machine
You say, "golly polly, dre's a green
Giant" and not half or even semi
You say "is he? " I say "am i? "
The one you fear cause near
The for your death so step to the rear
Now get off, let off, off cause you're soft
Stop blushing I'm rushing/russian mikael gorbechov
Special tactics, you can't hack
ain't half stepping, they're walking backwards
You can't get near, if you do, you're here
Stepping to me a man in a wheelchair
Pressure's a new pearl, you're in a new world
I run with just a pen a catholic schoolgirl
Back in the first grade, you had it made
Got a twister to catch a tounge blister
Sally seashells down by the seashore
How much wood could a 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
toys say boys what's the science
You shugged your shoulders and "andre's a giant"

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