Luyện nghe bài hát Back to Back Rhyming

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

Now when it comes to rhymes, I'll drop a one
('they'll be another rough rhyme after one' - rakim)
I'm the rap senator, ake ten of ya
The mc on the southeast perimeter
to flip with the slip 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 with
Skillful with the words of an index
and glow mc's like windex
Swifter, faster, master
Lord finesse rhymes by the chapter
to rap but I won't even break yet
So damn hype I might blow your tape deck
grown, stoned to the bone
Write rhymes and poems just to get
sargeant, take your whole squadren
Toast mc's, eat em up margin
Cause I'm smart einstein, I say the fly lines
I get funky while you play the
Here to take of you, never 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 shakespeare
Take note of this soloist, cause I'm a pro at
make 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 majestic
Rhymes are written by thoughts selected
Released in public, but not as a
are below 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 a swift one
('they'll be another rough after this one' - rakim)
You know an mc, well tell him to
Cause dre is flowing at a liver rate
You knock em out the box, I'm knocking out
You fear the giant, 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 math, science, and all that other shit
in the studio, it's 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, dre's a jolly
Giant" and you're not or even semi
You say "is he? " I say "am i? "
The one you cause 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 this
Brothers ain't half stepping, walking backwards
You can't get near, if you do, you're near
to me like a man in a wheelchair
Pressure's a new pearl, you're in a new world
I run just a pen like a catholic schoolgirl
in the first grade, thought you had it made
Got a tounge twister to catch a blister
Sally sells seashells by the seashore
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck
No more twisters, for blisters
Now you're confused, you what's this, what's
Tables rotate, you will go
Try to locate, but dre negotiate
Slaughter toys say what's the science
You shugged your shoulders and "andre's a giant"

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