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 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 this - 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 skip or your hips
Cause wax and tax, eat ya up like a kit kat
even riff back, I ain't with that
Skillful with the words of an index
Spark and mc's like windex
Swifter, faster, master
Lord writes rhymes by the chapter
Adapt to rap but I even break yet
So damn hype that I might your tape deck
grown, stoned to the bone
Write rhymes and just to get known
sargeant, take your whole squadren
Toast mc's, eat em up with
Cause I'm like einstein, I say the fly lines
I get while you play the sidelines
Here to care of you, never sound terrible
Ready equipped, I'm always available
To rag, snag, and rip the mic
Cause me and dre get ya hyped
On top in and I plan to stay there
The funkiest poet out shakespeare
note of this soloist, cause 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 fall in negativity
Cause I'm well respected, lord that's
Rhymes are written by thoughts that's
in public, but not as a subject
Many are it but not quite 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 rough rhyme after one' - rakim)
You know an mc, well tell him to
Cause dre smooth is flowing at a liver
You em out the box, I'm knocking niggas out
You fear the giant, well money it out
I'm not a punk, far from a
You sleep at all, and you fall from the top bunk
I'm dropping math, science, and all that shit
Step in the studio, it's just hit
Take ten from beginning 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 green
Giant" and you're not or even semi
You say "is he? " I say "am i? "
The one you fear it's near
The time for your so step to the rear
Now get off, let off, step off you're soft
Stop I'm rushing/russian like mikael gorbechov
tactics, you can't hack this
Brothers ain't half stepping, walking backwards
You can't get near, if you do, near here
Stepping to me a man in a wheelchair
Pressure's a new pearl, you're in a new world
I run with a pen like a catholic schoolgirl
Back in the first grade, you had it made
Got a tounge twister to a tounge blister
Sally seashells down by the seashore
How much wood could a woodchuck more
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 boys what's the
You shugged shoulders and quote "andre's a giant"

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