Luyện nghe bài hát Blah Blah Blah

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

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

we go
Lookin at me like 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 basic like
So taste it, the are subtle
So tighten up to Sluggo, even try to the puzzle
But up though
(Fuck that, jump back)
I hold the game Notre Dame, I know your dame
(We call her hunch back), Ali run

[Brother
From cats to gods ears
We mind yall punk and cross hairs
Applying our thug tactics till y'all
Don't till your drunk ass hits the back stairs (ohh yeah)

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

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Y'all need to watch and and then follow
If we open for it's still our show
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 and cyphers and then I get learned
(Yo I don't were you represent son, where's your chicks?)
We'll take her out for breakfast if you want to let your run

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

Ali]
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 just pay the waiter and go
But if I didn't a wife, yo, your kids'd be albinos
Your respect is a stick in the grass
Mean and tree hugs, I'll go on about it
I wear my paper so that y'all can kiss my ass
with tongue out and write a love song about it

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

Ali]
Ha ha, You to drunk to walk down the
And now you're here choking on my pubic 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 rocks stop and do the walk
(Rest those shots from a cop, and ask him who's pops)
Who's you daddy, that, Jump back and act happy
(Sing my chorus before I punch you in the face)

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