Luyện nghe bài hát Banana Clipper

I move with the elegance of an elephant
I presented the
Eloquent as the
Evident is the
I deserve me a
But I banana clip
I'mma so my man can rip

Little man against
the heart of an orphan
I got the words of a
And an eye for
You take a of my portion
I'll take a piece of profit
I'll drive at speeds
an oz in my pocket

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

You hang, bring your throat
I got stools and a
I'mma pope
Haranguing the land with a man's
A new edition to the art of the old
That's retarded and put a part in your bold dome

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

The is
leak at Mile Island
Also known as talk
Listen for the
For the green I'm a
You're the distorter
Sorta morbid these fuckin' whoredome 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 I'm headed to war
I'm really not playing no
But tag me god damn it I'll kill the carrier mentions my

Hey, I'm a soldier of fortune, a on beat
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 talking pliers, guys, to the top of your teeth
Hey me and killed the competition, top of the heap
Is where we when they corpses resting under our feet
I they mom a little cash and a sympathy letter
Told her she raised a bunch a boys
Next time do

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