Luyện nghe bài hát Blah Blah Blah

Get yourself together now it's hit time
known as the hit makers
Breaker breakers, party
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 came to the wrong
singing 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, his lips
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 the people guessin
Y'all ain't fuckin with the ox so put feeble session
Double teamin for the evening, so you heed the

we go
Lookin at me like they me
Only bout as far as they drunk ass can me
Do it, bound to catch it, no breakage
that, we keep it basic like breakfast
So it, the vitamins are subtle
So tighten up to Sluggo, even try to the puzzle
But up though
(Fuck that, sucka back)
I hold the like Notre Dame, I know your dame
(We her hunch back), Ali run that

[Brother
From cats lips to gods
We yall punk bastards and cross hairs
Applying our thug till y'all scared
stop till your drunk ass hits the back stairs (ohh yeah)

Fuck that, back, yo, what's 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 and observe and then follow
If we open for y'all still our show
I the same bullshit 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 and then I get learned
(Yo I don't care were you 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 type of magician that likes to go
On the mic with air tight precision, the in keeping tradition
when you even keeping the rhythm that the DJ is spinnin
down little camper, I've got the answers
You should fuck dancers
You should grow a pair of and some antlers
It doesn't matter, turn it up, what the fuck you think that amp's

[Brother
I poems, write rhymes, write my name in the snow
And I use all of that to bend the frame of your ho
And I should but instead I'll pay the waiter and go
But if I didn't have a wife, yo, your be albinos
Your respect is a stick in the grass
Mean mugs and hugs, I'll 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 little scribbles
The comes in vomit, the money comes in dribbles
The missiles, self taught
communication, mutilation, holding pictures of your naked

[Brother
Ha ha, You to drunk to down the stairs
And now standing here choking on my pubic hairs
Telling me your name is if you think the cares

If you keep bumping 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, back and act happy
(Sing my fucking chorus before I you in the face)

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