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 chick wants to me
I get, wild like rugby, like bugsy
Don't even ask me, cause I'm lovely
to succeed, foes bleed, true indeed
The combat will romp that, your one of my seeds
I first, busted on the scene
Nigga, you knew I had than a gangsta lean
I mean my lean is gangsta though so it
I'll stick an mc for his spot and in blood on his wack record
Boo-ya-ka, to your face as I ya
Clown ya, ya, while I'm screwin the
Fuck out cha girl as she into my world
I'm not the tallest, but that ass polish
And if the hooker runs her she gets cut off
But then you'll sweat her, like my leather you're butter soft
Your stinks kid, ya garbage
And if you keep talkin shit, make 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 are you anyway?
I catch wreck in a minute than if you rhyme for ten days
Throw the in the pot
You betta dash nigga, cause I'm blowin up the

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

"i'm bout to blow the up"
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I go from one then switch to the next
sets the pitch vocals rip through projects
Crazy shouts are heard all
Cause the gangstarr carries more weight per pound
I got some brand new timbs, so emcees new hymns
You repent, come correct, represent
Or get stomped, smacked and slapped, cap 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 little fool, learn the tools of the trade
I the rules so go to school and get played
Just when you're that your jam is hot
Up steps the niggaz who be up the spot