Luyện nghe bài hát Banana Clipper

I move with the elegance of an African
I presented the
as the president
Evident is the
I deserve me a
But I banana clip
I'mma 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 slice of my
I'll a piece of your profit
I'll drive at illegal
an oz in my pocket

We run the in your town
A quarter pound on my
I'm known for the stage
I'm talking and cursing
gave me a beat
Said it's the of the year
I El-P didn't do it
So get the fuck here

You hang, bring your throat
I got and a rope
slang pope
Haranguing the land with a man's
A new to the art of the old code
fully retarded and put a part in your bold dome

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

The is
Radiation at Mile Island
Also as Chernobyl talk
for the sirens
For the green I'm a
the poor distorter
Sorta morbid sonnin' these fuckin' explorers
I'm bored. Enough of your bummy shit, it's to the core, sure
You suck a good for the fame
And resist getting played
I fuck like I'm to war
I'm not playing no games
But tag me god damn it kill the carrier mentions my name

Hey, I'm a soldier of fortune, a mercenary on
I'm merciless, I'll emcees, tie up both 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 killed the competition, top of the heap
Is where we staying when they corpses under our feet
I sent they mom a little cash and a sympathy
Told her she raised a a fuck boys
Next do better

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