Luyện nghe bài hát Blah Blah Blah

Get yourself together now because hit time
known as the hit makers
Breaker breakers, makers
They'll make your back crack, liver quiver
For all you cats, we're gonna put more in your hips
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 to the wrong address
Because singing be loud and clear

Ali]
Ayo, the music 'em jump back
Fuck that, how y'all gonna come tracks, some fat, lettin Ali touch that?
Gun whack, his lips
not serious, I got few equals and no superiors (so here he is)
A veteran, an ego reckon
I turn it up another notch to keep the people
Y'all ain't fuckin the ox so put your feeble session
Double for the evening, so you heed the lessons

we go
Lookin at me like know me
bout as far as they drunk ass can throw 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, 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 hunch back), Ali run

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

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

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

[Brother (Slug)
(Rappers to)
ah yeah they get shits burned
I throw a roll of quarters and cyphers and I get learned
(Yo I don't care were you represent son, where's 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 even keeping the rhythm that the DJ is spinnin
Calm little camper, I've got the answers
You fuck exotic dancers
You should a pair of tits and some antlers
It doesn't matter, turn it up, what the fuck you think that for?

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

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

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

If you keep bumping your gums we can fucking take it

(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)
you daddy, Fuck that, Jump back and act happy
(Sing my fucking chorus before I you in the face)

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