Luyện nghe bài hát Blah Blah Blah

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

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

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

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

Fuck that, jump back, yo, that
Drippin off her nuts, wait, why she got a nut
You fuckin are she-males
From the retail to the e-mail, the feet felt you need help

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

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

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

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

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

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

If you bumping your gums we can fucking take it there

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

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