Luyện nghe bài hát Blah Blah Blah

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

Ali]
Ayo, the made 'em jump back
Fuck that, how y'all gonna tracks, some fat, without lettin Ali touch that?
Gun whack, his lips
not serious, I got few equals and no superiors (so here he is)
A seasoned veteran, an ego
I it up another notch to keep the people guessin
Y'all ain't with 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 bound to it, no breakage
that, we keep it basic like breakfast
So taste it, the are subtle
So up to Sluggo, even try to decipher the puzzle
But shut up
(Fuck that, jump back)
I hold the game like Notre Dame, I know your
(We her hunch back), Ali run that

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

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

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

Listen, I know your mission, type of magician that likes to go fishin
On the mic with air precision, the leaders in keeping tradition
when you ain't keeping the rhythm that the DJ is spinnin
Calm down little camper, I've got the
You should fuck exotic
You should grow a pair of tits and some
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 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 is like a stick in the grass
Mean and tree hugs, I'll go on about it
I wear my toilet paper so y'all can kiss my ass
your tongue out and write a love song about it

Write that shit inside of your book full of funny little
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 to walk down the stairs
And now standing here choking on my pubic hairs
Telling me your name is if you think the cares

If you bumping 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 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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