Luyện nghe bài hát Blade

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

One: Das EFX

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

Aiyyo I figgety flow I rocket blow a nigga out the
Keep in mind to keep the dread, now they like my pocket, it
It's the rhyme fiend about a second from the scene
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
Das KRS East coast on lock

Verse Das-EFX, KRS

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

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

Yo, yo, well miggedy mayday, mayday, it's Drayz's payday
I riggedy wreck it eryday, shit like fuckin Pele
But wait a, minute, cause we get in it for the
For classes, yo KRS get up in they asses

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