Luyện nghe bài hát Big Dusty

Check my style, check, check, it out
(Check it out y'all, check, check, check, it out y'all)
my style, check, check, check it out
(Check it out y'all, check, check, check, it out y'all)

jumping the broom, honey moons, I, I hit the pot
Soak me up like a mop, I'm up, know there's levels
Staring down at the devil, hello, guess I got the
Pulling strings Geppetto, you just a puppet, fellow
I up out of the tomb, don't drop a L
Uh, you don't want to see the evils, which I dwell in
To excel, this shit never fails, excels
They swallowing since before the double XL
Sex cell, ex ask why it never out
I guess I exercise too much when I out
too turnt out return home burnt out
Now I got to hear all the shit that you heard
Can I live? What, these niggas want me off a
If I say it's turnt down, do I burn shit?
Truth is, if it ain't real, I feel it
If it don't hit my spirit, I get near it
And point blank period, know some niggas that fear it
Same niggas who know that we the
Lines so deep a great shark is what I up
Hit the flow and it can't go realer, my whole gorillas, nigga

(Check, check, it out)
my style, check, check, check it out
Don't my style
my style, check, check, check it out
Don't my style
Jack, jack, it out
my style

I stand juxtaposed to all my Pro's, realest niggas I know
See these foes the flows, they even jooks the pose
I guess my CD really shaking the
Cause this really be the that I feast, capisce?
Nothing the beast, I speak my piece
Know niggas in the that heat seek for me, release and squeeze
put a Halloween between your spleen
Retreat or trickle down to your last pound of green, know what I
Shit it's like taking from the babies
All of these rappers are just a bunch of Now and
They too sweet, plus they their Mercedes
Can't be second greatest, I'm the best and def your
My flow in-depth nigga, I got my up
It's either get your tidal waved, or you could be my
Cause if I can't eat, then you either
I need to know, need the pizza dough fuck I'm spittin' ether

Yeah
Reigning rap in this bitch
bitches lie niggas lie numbers, too
Cause lie niggas lie numbers, too
lie niggas lie numbers, too
Bitches lie lie numbers, too
the fuck you gon' do when the Era come for you?

Check my style, check, check, it out
jock my style

Check my style, check, check, it out
jock my style

And I'm from the blocks where sell
Cell rock my mental
See them thugs that you see before can't even spell
My filled with words you can't pronounce, stories you can't tell

my style, check, check, check it out