Luyện nghe bài hát Blah Blah Blah

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

[Brother
Ayo, the music made 'em jump
Fuck that, how gonna come tracks, some fat, without lettin Ali touch that?
Gun whack, read his
not serious, I got few equals and no superiors (so here he is)
A veteran, an ego reckon
I turn it up notch to keep the people 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
Only bout as far as they ass can throw me
Do it, somebody's bound to it, no breakage
Never that, we it basic like breakfast
So taste it, the vitamins are
So up to Sluggo, even try to decipher the puzzle
But shut up
(Fuck that, jump back)
I hold the like Notre Dame, I know your dame
(We her hunch back), Ali run that

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

Fuck that, back, yo, what's that
Drippin off her nuts, wait, why she got a nut
You rappers are she-males
From the 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 they get their shits
I throw a roll of quarters and cyphers and then I get
(Yo I don't care were you represent son, where's chicks?)
We'll her out for breakfast if you want to let your lips run

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

Ali]
I poems, write rhymes, write my name in the snow
And I could use all of that to the frame of your ho
And I should but instead I'll just pay the and go
But if I didn't have a wife, yo, your kids'd be
respect is like a stick in the grass
Mean mugs and tree hugs, 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 your book full of funny scribbles
The love comes in vomit, the money in dribbles
The Minnesota missiles, self
communication, mutilation, holding pictures of your naked

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

If you keep your gums we can fucking take it there

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

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