Luyện nghe bài hát Blowin' up The Spot

Ah so now ya got me off, blast off lift off
for me to twist off a vocal fist off
Into your domepiece, homepeace, I heard chick wants to bone me
I get, wild rugby, respected like bugsy
even ask me, cause I'm livin lovely
Born to succeed, bleed, true indeed
The combat will romp that, your one of my seeds
I first, busted on the scene
Nigga, you knew I had more 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 as I ruin ya
ya, dumbfound ya, while I'm screwin the
Fuck out cha girl as she steps my world
I'm not the tallest, but that ass I'll
And if the hooker her mouth she gets cut off
But then you'll sweat her, cause like my leather you're soft
Your 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, will scar you
And who the fuck are you
I catch wreck in a minute than if you rhyme for ten days
the cash in the pot
You dash nigga, cause I'm blowin up the spot

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

No ex-capin the explosion, those who are dozin, I in
Set the thermostat at sub-zero, frozen
Extreme temperatures my mic, stuns amateurs
Unable to conquer the gang, I mad at cha
to jeru, the big shug and the group home
Keepin it real, no playin niggaz or
I'm way past the kid shit, brothers did shit
You want some props? yo dog, here's a
I'm a nigga and my groove's bigga, move nigga
And we don't who's wit cha, got the picture?
And you don't hear the burners go pop
Gang starr motherfucker, what, up the spot

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

I go from one then switch to the next
Reflex sets the pitch rip through projects
Crazy are heard all around
Cause the sound carries more weight per pound
I got some brand new timbs, so emcees new hymns
You betta repent, come correct,
Or get stomped, smacked and slapped, cap back
I got you open, and now you to my sac
Get off, hands off, off, you're way off
You rookie motherfuckers the finals not the playoffs
I'll break you up particles, to small pieces
Because brain is miniscule
You little fool, come the tools of the trade
I made the rules so go to and get played
Just when you're thinkin your jam is hot
Up steps the who be blowin up the spot