Luyện nghe bài hát Blowin' up The Spot

Ah so now ya got me pissed off, blast off off
Time for me to twist off a vocal off
Into your domepiece, homepeace, I heard your chick wants to me
I get, wild like rugby, respected like
Don't ask me, cause I'm livin lovely
Born to succeed, bleed, true indeed
The oral combat will romp that, one of my seeds
When I first, busted on the
Nigga, you knew I had more than a lean
I mean my lean is though so check it
I'll stick an mc for his spot and sign in blood on his record
Boo-ya-ka, to face as I ruin ya
Clown ya, dumbfound ya, while I'm the
Fuck out cha girl as she steps my world
I'm not the tallest, but ass I'll polish
And if the hooker her mouth she gets cut off
But then you'll sweat her, like my leather you're butter soft
style stinks kid, ya garbage
And if you keep shit, i'ma make ya pay homage
the g to the u to the r-u, came too far to
Let you slide through, rhymes scar you
And who the fuck are you
I catch more wreck in a minute than if you for ten days
Throw the in the pot
You betta dash nigga, cause I'm blowin up the

"i'm bout to the fuck up"
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No the explosion, those who are dozin, I close in
Set the thermostat at sub-zero, frozen
Extreme temperatures from my mic, stuns
to conquer the gang, I ain't mad at cha
Peace to jeru, the big shug and the home
Keepin it real, no playin niggaz or
I'm way past the kid shit, brothers did shit
You want props? yo dog, here's a biscuit
I'm a nigga and my groove's bigga, move nigga
And we care who's wit cha, got the picture?
And you don't wanna hear the go pop
starr motherfucker, what, blowin up the spot

"i'm bout to blow the up"
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I go from one then switch to the next
Reflex sets the pitch vocals rip projects
Crazy shouts are all around
Cause the gangstarr sound carries more per pound
I got brand new timbs, so emcees sing new hymns
You betta repent, correct, represent
Or get stomped, smacked and slapped, cap back
I got you open, and now you to my sac
Get off, hands off, stay off, way off
You rookie it's the finals not the playoffs
I'll break you up into particles, to pieces
Because your is miniscule
You little fool, come learn the tools of the
I made the so go to school and get played
Just when you're thinkin your jam is hot
Up steps the niggaz who be blowin up the