Luyện nghe bài hát Blowin' up The Spot

Ah so now ya got me off, blast off lift off
Time for me to twist off a fist off
your domepiece, homepeace, I heard your chick wants to bone me
I get, wild like rugby, respected bugsy
even ask me, cause I'm livin lovely
Born to succeed, foes bleed, indeed
The combat will romp that, your one of my seeds
When I first, busted on the
Nigga, you knew I had more a gangsta lean
I my lean is gangsta though so check it
I'll stick an mc for his spot and sign in blood on his record
Boo-ya-ka, to your face as I ya
Clown ya, ya, while I'm screwin the
Fuck out cha as she steps into 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 her, cause like my leather you're butter soft
Your stinks kid, ya garbage
And if you keep talkin shit, i'ma make ya pay
the g to the u to the r-u, came too far to
Let you slide through, will 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 dash nigga, cause I'm blowin up the spot

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

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

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

I go one format then switch to the next
sets the pitch vocals rip through projects
Crazy are heard all around
the gangstarr sound carries more weight per pound
I got some brand new timbs, so 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, off, you're way off
You rookie motherfuckers it's the not the playoffs
I'll break you up into particles, to small
Because your is miniscule
You little fool, come the tools of the trade
I made the rules so go to and get played
Just when thinkin that your jam is hot
Up steps the niggaz who be up the spot