Luyện nghe bài hát Boom Bashin

Here the boom, with the hip hop bash as I smash and crash
How many rappers are gonna last?
Not one, got done, I had fun
Doin em and screwin em and booin em and em
I'm and I'm quick, up my sleeve is a trick
Hey! so what, I use drummers, suck my dick.
I'm still thick, murderous beats and heavy kick
And I'm sick of the so-called shots ya lick
I and I slam and I slam, did I mention that I slam
eat spinach but I yam what I yam
Death-defyin a circus, I work this
Mic, you jerk this, off-beat on purpose
I never smoke dope, I don't a nine
I ain't no hustler with on my mind
are swimming in the water,
I oughta, bash and slaughta

I'ma it down, and I do mean down, yo way down,
So far downtown the gonna call it underground
And niggaz know the fuckin score
I'm raw, like eddy,
And like confetti get tore
Up, the floor, up,
no time
And my spits gettin in ya face as I rhyme
So run run run, ya better for the hills
Get ya gun gun gun, and ya cyanide
And a rope for ya neck, and a razor for wrists
I'm pissed, and it's suicide to battle this
Ummm, explosive, material
Grand imperial, me on cereal
I flow from the belly of a cow
Wipe ya brow, how ya me now

You can get with this, or you can get that
But you get with the man with the mad snap hat
I em out with one blow to the cerebellum
And 'em, my jams are so funky you can smell 'em
Rhyme for rhyme, for head with a one go
I come from brooklyn, it's like a jungle
Yeah, you get a cap jack, ya act wack,
I carry a can of flat in my napsack
Lookin for a to tag up, and brag up
And rag up, yo nigga yo raise the flag up
I click click my heels, and is how it feels
no place like home and chrome on ya wheels
Chasin through the projects, I you
I didn't bruise you, I cruise through
Your neighborhood, in a chevrolet
Dropped to the and, makin the girls holla
Rollin, rollin, rollin, I'm
Sorry officer, the car stolen
I really don't care you thought of me
I be, far from orderly
In my fashion, I boom and I and