Luyện nghe bài hát Blah Blah Blah

Get yourself now because it's hit time
Your as the hit makers
Breaker breakers, makers
They'll your back crack, your liver quiver
For all you cats, we're gonna put more dips in hips
More cut in your strut, more in your stride
If you don't dig that you gotta hole in soul
If you don't dig this mess, you came to the wrong
Because singing might be and clear

Ali]
Ayo, the music made 'em back
Fuck that, how y'all gonna come tracks, some fat, without lettin Ali that?
Gun whack, read his
You're not serious, I got few and no superiors (so here he is)
A seasoned veteran, an ego
I turn it up notch to keep the people guessin
Y'all ain't fuckin with the ox so put your feeble
Double for the evening, so you heed the lessons

we go
Lookin at me like they me
Only bout as far as drunk ass can throw me
Do it, somebody's bound to catch it, no
Never that, we keep it basic like
So it, the vitamins are subtle
So tighten up to Sluggo, even try to the puzzle
But shut up
(Fuck that, sucka back)
I hold the game Notre Dame, I know your dame
(We her hunch back), Ali run that

Ali]
From cats lips to gods
We mind yall punk bastards and cross
Applying our thug till y'all scared
Don't stop your drunk ass hits the back stairs (ohh yeah)

Fuck that, jump back, yo, what's
off her nuts, wait, why she got a nut sack?
You fuckin are she-males
From the retail to the e-mail, the feet cause you need help

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Y'all need to watch and and then follow
If we open for y'all it's still our
I hear the same bullshit I go
Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah

Ali] (Slug)
(Rappers to)
ah they get their shits burned
I throw a roll of and cyphers and then I get learned
(Yo I don't care were you represent son, where's chicks?)
We'll take her out for breakfast if you to let your lips run

Listen, I know your mission, some type of magician that to go fishin
On the mic with air tight precision, the in keeping tradition
when you ain't keeping the rhythm that the DJ is spinnin
Calm down little camper, got the answers
You fuck exotic dancers
You should grow a pair of tits and some
It doesn't matter, it up, what the fuck you think that amp's for?

Ali]
I write poems, rhymes, write my name in the snow
And I could use all of that to bend the of your ho
And I should but I'll just pay the waiter and go
But if I have a wife, yo, your kids'd be albinos
respect is like a stick in the grass
Mean mugs and tree hugs, I'll go on it
I my toilet paper so that y'all can kiss my ass
with your tongue out and write a love about it

Write that shit of your book full of funny little scribbles
The love in vomit, the money comes in dribbles
The Minnesota missiles, taught
communication, mutilation, holding of your sister naked

Ali]
Ha ha, You to to walk down the stairs
And now you're standing here choking on my hairs
Telling me name is if you think the brother cares

If you keep your gums we can fucking take it there

(Brother Ali)
Yo Make a room full of bump rocks stop and do the
(Rest those from a cop, and ask him who's your pops)
Who's you daddy, Fuck that, back and act happy
(Sing my fucking chorus before I you in the face)

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