Luyện nghe bài hát Blowin' up The Spot

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

"i'm to blow the fuck up"
* premier *

No ex-capin the explosion, who are dozin, I close in
Set the thermostat at sub-zero, they're
Extreme temperatures from my mic, amateurs
to conquer the gang, I ain't mad at cha
Peace to jeru, the big shug and the group
Keepin it real, no niggaz or chrome
I'm way the kid shit, brothers already did shit
You want props? yo dog, here's a biscuit
I'm a smooth nigga and my groove's bigga, nigga
And we don't who's wit cha, got the picture?
And you don't wanna hear the go pop
Gang starr motherfucker, what, up the spot

"i'm to blow the fuck up"
* scratches *

I go from one format switch to the next
sets the pitch vocals rip through projects
Crazy are heard all around
Cause the gangstarr carries more weight per pound
I got brand new timbs, so emcees sing new hymns
You betta repent, come correct,
Or get stomped, and slapped, cap peeled back
I got you open, and now you to my sac
Get off, off, stay off, you're way off
You rookie motherfuckers it's the not the playoffs
I'll you up into particles, to small pieces
your brain is miniscule
You little fool, learn the tools of the trade
I made the so go to school and get played
Just you're thinkin that your jam is hot
Up steps the niggaz who be blowin up the