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 heard your wants to bone me
I get, wild like rugby, respected bugsy
even ask me, cause I'm livin lovely
Born to succeed, foes bleed, true
The combat will romp that, your one of my seeds
When I first, busted on the
Nigga, you knew I had more than a gangsta
I mean my 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
ya, dumbfound ya, while I'm screwin the
Fuck out cha girl as she steps 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 sweat her, like my leather 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 will you
And who the are you anyway?
I catch more wreck in a than if you rhyme for ten days
Throw the in the pot
You betta dash nigga, I'm blowin up the spot

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

No the explosion, those who are dozin, I close in
Set the at sub-zero, they're frozen
Extreme temperatures from my mic, amateurs
Unable to the gang, I ain't mad at cha
Peace to jeru, the big and the group home
Keepin it real, no playin or chrome
I'm way the kid shit, brothers 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 who's wit cha, got the picture?
And you don't hear the burners go pop
Gang starr motherfucker, what, blowin up the

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

I go from one format switch to the next
Reflex sets the pitch rip through projects
Crazy shouts are all around
Cause the gangstarr sound 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 peeled
I got you open, and now you to my sac
Get off, hands off, stay off, way off
You rookie motherfuckers it's the not the playoffs
I'll break you up into particles, to pieces
Because your brain is
You little fool, learn the tools of the trade
I made the rules so go to school and get
Just when you're thinkin that jam is hot
Up steps the niggaz who be blowin up the