Luyện nghe bài hát Blowin' up The Spot

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

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

"i'm bout to the fuck up"
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I go one format then switch to the next
Reflex sets the vocals rip through projects
shouts are heard all around
Cause the gangstarr sound carries more weight per
I got some brand new timbs, so sing new hymns
You betta repent, correct, represent
Or get stomped, and slapped, cap peeled 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 you up into particles, to small pieces
your brain is miniscule
You fool, come learn the tools of the trade
I made the rules so go to school and get
when you're thinkin that your jam is hot
Up steps the niggaz who be blowin up the