Luyện nghe bài hát Banana Clipper

I move the elegance of an African elephant
I the evidence
as the president
Evident is the
I me a championship
But before I banana
chill so my man can rip

Little man against
With the of an orphan
I got the of a murderer
And an eye for
You a slice of my portion
I'll take a piece of your
drive at illegal speeds
Keep an oz in my

We run the jewels in town
A quarter pound on my
I'm for pounding the stage
I'm talking and cursing
gave me a beat
Said the beat of the year
I said El-P do it
So get the fuck here

You wanna hang, bring throat
I got stools and a
I'mma slang
Haranguing the with a man's flow
A new to the art of the old code
That's fully and put a part in your bold dome

Ay El
We the villains, we antagonist bad
Mercy me, merciless me putting in they sad eyes
It's for Skywalker talk 'cause meet the true Darth Vader
I hit your mom in '03, but a G ate her
So baby boy, you should tighten up and show some
I Melvin on you Jody, put my arm on your neck
Or worse yet be the reason your girl want a
Be at your crib with your kids saying "fuck fort
nigga!"

The is
Radiation at Mile Island
known as Chernobyl talk
Listen for the
For the green I'm a
You're the poor
Sorta sonnin' these fuckin' whoredome explorers
I'm bored. of your bummy shit, it's numb to the core, sure
You a good dick for the fame
And couldn't getting played
I fuck I'm headed to war
I'm not playing no games
But tag me god damn it I'll kill the carrier mentions my

Hey, I'm a soldier of fortune, a mercenary on
I'm merciless, I'll torture emcees, tie up both of they
If they refuse to run the jewels we beat the of feet
I'm talking grip pliers, guys, to the top of your
Hey me and Jaime killed the competition, top of the
Is we staying when they corpses resting under our feet
I sent they mom a little cash and a sympathy
Told her she raised a a fuck boys
Next time do

We the old Atlanta, new Atlanta, of the city
Daddy Fat Saxx don't give a damn 'cause can't nann new get with me
Now it's true, niggas are simply simple simple Simons
Being dumbed down by the local radio by designing
But what I be rhyming, no is required
My bank account obese as fuck while yours on a diet
your lease is up, you're fired
Quiet, that's how the boss
Retain ownership on everything, car bought
And for, no neighbors 'cause I'm sitting on acres
Went to Vegas, jumped the broom 'cause I trippin' on papers
Or no agreement for mama
If we broke up and she half I'd still be sitting on commas
figures nigga