Luyện nghe bài hát Blowin' up The Spot

Ah so now ya got me pissed off, blast off off
Time for me to off a vocal fist off
your domepiece, homepeace, I heard your chick wants to bone me
I get, wild like rugby, respected like
Don't even ask me, I'm livin lovely
to succeed, foes bleed, true indeed
The oral combat will romp that, your one of my
When I first, busted on the
Nigga, you knew I had than a gangsta lean
I mean my lean is gangsta so check it
I'll an mc for his spot and sign in blood on his wack record
Boo-ya-ka, to your as I ruin ya
Clown ya, dumbfound ya, I'm screwin the
Fuck out cha girl as she steps into my
I'm not the tallest, but that ass I'll
And if the hooker runs her she gets cut off
But you'll sweat her, cause like my leather you're butter soft
Your style stinks kid, ya
And if you keep talkin shit, i'ma ya pay homage
the g to the u to the r-u, came too far to
Let you through, rhymes will scar you
And who the fuck are you
I catch more wreck in a minute if you rhyme for ten days
Throw the in the pot
You betta dash nigga, cause I'm 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 from my mic, stuns amateurs
Unable to the gang, I ain't mad at cha
to jeru, the big shug and the group home
Keepin it real, no niggaz or chrome
I'm way past the kid shit, brothers did shit
You some props? yo dog, here's a biscuit
I'm a smooth nigga and my bigga, move nigga
And we don't care wit cha, got the picture?
And you wanna hear the burners go pop
Gang motherfucker, what, blowin up the spot

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

I go from one then switch to the next
Reflex sets the pitch vocals rip through
shouts are heard all around
Cause the gangstarr sound carries more weight per
I got some brand new timbs, so emcees sing new
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, hands off, off, you're way off
You rookie motherfuckers it's the not the playoffs
break you up into particles, to small pieces
Because your brain is
You little fool, learn 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