Luyện nghe bài hát Blade

Only a few... will
and what's about to happen
Das EFX in!!!

Verse Das EFX

Well it's the super duper rhymer I'm about to set it
Niggaz best it let it be or you'll regret it D
So it B... the D to the fuckin P
(Yo it's me the lyricist fear in this as you can see)
I be's the ultimate drop the ultra shit fuck the other
Biggety buttah shit is how we comin kid we runnin
Now who you fuckin with is Das EFX'n
We flexin, kid we got this rhyme and took effect y'all

Aiyyo I flow I rocket blow a nigga out the socket
Keep in mind to the dread, now they like my pocket, watch it
It's the rhyme fiend about a second from the crime
The boogie banger twisted off the green
Fuck a dime we, strictly fifty, the BDP and Hit Squad
King of my city, ask my Smitty, yo
Got to get the dough, got to blow the
Diggity Das KRS East on lock

Verse Das-EFX, KRS

To corny y'all get ate, my shit'll make you faint
So much platinum on my that I can hardly see the fuckin paint
You think it ain't before a and stopped recordin
Now look we comin and runnin shit like fuckin Michael Jordan
Accordin, to my niggaz in the
Yo you a, corny so we gots ta do ya

This for my niggaz on the block, handlin rock like Kenny
I'm brandishin, stiggedy to keep MC's vanishing
Scattering, fuck it, don't be mattering
My pattern's amazing son Blazing like a and
Battling's a no-no, got more Fame Coco
I'm paid and still drips ya with a from my logo
So your, style and Go-Go like D.C. niggaz
Y'all know the we movin strapped on the East nigga

Yo, yo, well mayday, mayday, it's Crazy Drayz's payday
I riggedy wreck it eryday, kick shit like fuckin
But a, minute, cause we get in it for the masses
For classes, yo KRS come get up in asses

What... I say, follow me me
with my syllable lyrical criminal
MC threats are minimal to my phsyical they
whittle and away, with little and little to say
As they and paddle away, they say OK
But I chop that ass up
What's your handle I got mad MC heads a mantle
I got genuine MC sandals
I the mic up like a candle, watch it melt
when I felt lyrics you both are screamin for help
when you hear it, you can't it, you can't even wear it
You to just cheer it, go get it spirit!!
As I fa-la-la-la-la, I'm comin with that
Rockin mics when you was gaga to your momma
You wanted to battle KRS when you was you told your poppa
He slapped you in your head and UHH-UHH
But you heed the warning
Now I'm in the place, now I'm face
Lookin at your crew but all broke out
because they but lace
KRS is like mace, in your motherfuckin
Yo DJ Dice, down the place!!