Luyện nghe bài hát Blah Blah Blah

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

[Brother
Ayo, the music made 'em jump
Fuck that, how y'all gonna come tracks, some fat, lettin Ali touch that?
Gun whack, his lips
You're not serious, I got few equals and no superiors (so he is)
A seasoned veteran, an ego
I turn it up another notch to the people guessin
Y'all ain't fuckin with the ox so put your session
teamin 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 it, no breakage
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, sucka back)
I hold the game like Notre Dame, I know dame
(We call her back), Ali run that

[Brother
From cats lips to gods
We mind yall punk and cross hairs
Applying our tactics 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 rappers are
From the retail to the e-mail, the feet felt cause you help

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

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

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

[Brother
I write poems, rhymes, write my name in the snow
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 have a wife, yo, your kids'd be
respect is like a stick in the grass
Mean mugs and tree hugs, I'll go on it
I wear my toilet so that y'all can kiss my ass
with your tongue out and a love song about it

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

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

If you keep bumping gums we can fucking take it there

(Brother Ali)
Yo Make a room full of bump rocks stop and do the
(Rest shots 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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