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 premier from gangstarr...we're gonna kick off
Something funky for this track, know what I'm

Now when it to rhymes, I'll drop a swift one
('they'll be another 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 your hips
Cause wax and tax, eat ya up like a kit kat
Don't even riff back, I ain't that
Skillful sharp with the words of an
Spark and mc's like windex
Swifter, faster, microphone
finesse writes rhymes by the chapter
Adapt to rap but I even break yet
So damn hype that I blow your tape deck
grown, stoned to the bone
Write and poems just to get known
Superior sargeant, take whole squadren
mc's, eat em up with margin
Cause I'm smart einstein, I say the fly lines
I get funky while you the sidelines
Here to take care of you, sound terrible
equipped, cause I'm always available
To rag, snag, and rip the mic
Cause me and dre will get ya
On top in rank and I plan to stay
The funkiest poet out since
Take note of this soloist, cause I'm a pro at
Even make the want 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 it but not quite above it
Dre my brother, the know how
One, two three, we go now

[a.g.]
Finesse, it's my turn to kick a one
('they'll be another rough rhyme after this - rakim)
You an mc, well tell him to hybernate
dre smooth is flowing at a liver rate
You knock em out the box, I'm knocking out
You fear the giant, well live it out
I'm not a punk, far from a
You sleep at all, and you will fall from the top
I'm dropping math, science, and all other shit
Step in the studio, just another 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, a jolly green
Giant" and not half or even semi
You say "is he? " I say "am i? "
The one you cause it's near
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
Special tactics, you hack this
Brothers ain't stepping, they're walking backwards
You can't get near, if you do, near here
Stepping to me a man in a wheelchair
Pressure's like a new pearl, in a new world
I run with just a pen a catholic schoolgirl
Back in the first grade, thought you had it
Got a tounge twister to catch a blister
Sally sells seashells by the seashore
How much could a woodchuck chuck more
No twisters, for blisters blistex
Now confused, you what's this, what's next
rotate, you will go rate
Try to locate, but dre negotiate
Slaughter say boys what's the science
You your shoulders and quote "andre's a giant"

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