Luyện nghe bài hát Blah Blah Blah

Get yourself together now because hit time
Your known as the hit
Breaker breakers, makers
They'll make your crack, your liver quiver
For all you cats, we're gonna put more dips in your
cut in your strut, more glide in your stride
If you don't dig that you gotta hole in your
If you don't dig this mess, you came to the address
Because singing might be loud and

[Brother
Ayo, the music made 'em back
Fuck that, how y'all gonna come tracks, some fat, without Ali touch that?
Gun whack, his lips
You're not serious, I got few equals and no superiors (so he is)
A veteran, an ego reckon
I turn it up another to keep the people guessin
Y'all ain't with the ox so put your feeble session
Double teamin for the evening, so you the lessons

we go
Lookin at me they know me
Only bout as far as they drunk ass can me
Do it, somebody's to catch it, no breakage
that, we keep it basic like breakfast
So it, the vitamins are subtle
So tighten up to Sluggo, even try to the puzzle
But up though
(Fuck that, sucka back)
I hold the game like Notre Dame, I know dame
(We her hunch back), Ali run that

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

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

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Y'all to watch and observe and then follow
If we open for y'all it's our show
I hear the same wherever I go
Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah

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

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

[Brother
I write poems, write rhymes, write my name in the
And I could use all of to bend the frame of your ho
And I should but instead I'll pay the waiter and go
But if I didn't have a wife, yo, your be albinos
Your respect is a stick in the grass
Mean mugs and tree hugs, I'll go on it
I wear my toilet paper so that y'all can my ass
with your tongue out and write a love about it

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

[Brother
Ha ha, You to drunk to walk the stairs
And now you're here choking on my pubic hairs
Telling me your name is if you the brother cares

If you keep bumping your gums we can fucking it there

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

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