Luyện nghe bài hát Breaker 1, Breaker 2

A breaker 1,a 2
x 7

(erick sermon)
I be the don up in motherf-----(ha ha)
I it down,i rock 'scapes
I bounce to the ounce(die-i!)
I bring dat front(aha)
Believe it I the paraplegic
So teach it like if he was backgammon
A new sheriff in town and not hammond
I a cannon .38 snuff nose
Not for shootin use it for
out there callin my name
For fame,change ya punk refrain
This leaves ya whole crew stuck or stupid
and dumber all this summer
A newcomer,yeah I em to check out the avenue
Me and my crew went
Wooh!ah-ah!word is born!word is born!

(redman)
I "come on!"(come on!),"come on!"(come on!)
We's the posse pair so some niggas can get on
I'm not the one to funnel,i'm lyrically
devine,whatever we g is crime
Ha!i take it down,make it and in your bare lair
Leaving critical as elsewhere
You wanna get it all means
For such,i tote glocks in jeans
For all means necer-ssary,my vessels
Turns to .38 specials and cause pressures
I be like I'm mr.cool,the invincible
Keepin my court trials
The principal my next class will teach you how to blunts
up (aah!),buda and mex tags
Fifty the less,mo' vex,the
Another co-nnect on my
I met my smokin vex,i keep my smack-daddo
Cash in your then proceed to blast metal
Next up I believe that's
Why don't ya get on the mic and the symphony

(keith murray)
Well it's the slaughterer,telepathical brain murderer
Comin with the sh-t you never
Ask yourself the very question
Which crew is f-----g this squad in this profession
Your mic's in my possession,i crush you with
An' I ain't talkin for that learn a lesson
So why should I sit around and let this --- pass my eye
Fake niggas up my eye
Filthy nasty it's the slog for the job
any clan said "who squad the mob? "
Tired of beat-down,shot up and
Niggas why,it's my motherf----n job
How ways can I say "i just don't give a f---!"
Runnin niggas over in truck
But my is "f---!get the bottle!pass the bottle!"
Bad had ya stuck,uh
I ya brain and smash ya spine
Yeah another one to find