Luyện nghe bài hát Banana Clipper

I move the elegance of an African elephant
I the evidence
Eloquent as the
is the emphasis
I deserve me a
But I banana clip
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 take a of my portion
I'll take a piece of profit
I'll drive at illegal
an oz in my pocket

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

You wanna hang, your throat
I got and a rope
slang pope
Haranguing the land with a flow
A new edition to the art of the old
That's fully retarded and put a in your bold dome

Ay El
We the villains, we antagonist bad
Mercy me, merciless me pain in they sad eyes
It's time for Skywalker talk meet the true Darth Vader
I hit mom in '03, but a G ain't ate her
So baby boy, you should tighten up and show respect
I Melvin on you Jody, put my arm on your neck
Or yet be the reason your girl want a divorce
Be at your crib your kids saying "fuck your fort
nigga!"

The is
Radiation leak at Island
Also as Chernobyl talk
for the sirens
For the I'm a hoarder
You're the poor
Sorta morbid sonnin' these whoredome explorers
I'm bored. Enough of your bummy shit, it's numb to the core,
You suck a good dick for the
And couldn't resist getting
I fuck I'm headed to war
I'm really not playing no
But tag me god damn it kill the carrier mentions my name

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

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