Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn Zoo II

One two, one two -- you taping
All types of shit yo let that shit
to mother, turn up the microphone!
Get all that good shit, get all good shit (one two, one two)
One two, one two, one two... one two
Now know
Ssssshhhit, yo yo check this out, check this
is strictly for the radio, yo
I just want all to know
The reason why I curse is because my and my daddy
They up cursin
So please my style, please!

[Verse One: Ol Bastard]

I'll grab the mic and now I damage you, cut whole stamin-u
Ohh, sssshit,
grab the mic and now I damage ya, cut your whole staminuh
Here comes the medical
One verse you out for the count
Bring the ammonia make sure he sniffs... the amount
Ya yo, I'm sorry,

grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamiNUH
Here comes the examiNUH
One verse you're out for the count
Bring the ammonia, make sure he the right amount
you up and then I ask you
How do you this --
Competition to get an kickin sooooo tremendous, RARRH!
You shouldn't this
Leave me alone like a son be fatherless!
I got the asiatic flow mixed with
Roll up on the scene like the Count of Crisco
And MC's start to
I rolled up on a jet black kid the nigga speakin spanish
Yo! You wasn't Panana!!
I asked you how you get so fuckin dark, you suntama
He so fast, you made me laugh
Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH ass!
Kick the strongest rhymes
Then I brought out the in him
Roll up with the strong deadly venoms
HIM! Enter the Wu-Tang!
Witness the Shaolin slang, that crush any you bring
I watch your ass a big fall, why?!
My Main Source, is like a friendly of stickball
And as you up to bat man, I play the riddler
You try to do me for my nigga change to Hitler
I'll go out like Nazi, wish fuckin ass stayed
and play Yahtzee!
Or watchin Happy sweatin Poxie
With Ralphie and Cunningham, and Chachi

(Yo Unique, yo kid
this shit out! Yo, yo)

[Verse Two: Killer]

niggaz is wasted
Keystone capered, and Wu the rap fiends basted
Foamin out the mouthpiece, heads like geese
Murderous police, I do shows and in Grease
It's not magic, gaming is the
World classic big national high attracts dear
Lampin in my own zone, my physical
bones Tony stuck, for the diamond in Rome
He's convincin, labelled one man rap
The nigga that'll gun down, frenchmen
Lead vocalist, music specialist, rap
I deal with sharpness plus spark the hardest
I plant crimes vocals
My rap's my passport, my life's my proof
Hit the sun roof, be out like a dream
Shuttle, and get off the verbal hygiene, my nigga

[sample of
[sample of Baby
[sample of Brooklyn
[sample of Drunk (Sweet Sugar Pie)]
of The Stomp]

Shame on you when you through to
Ol Dirty Bastard, Zoo!
Shame on you when you through to
Ol Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo!
What?!! My nuh
on you when you step through to
The Ol Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo
Shame on you when you through to
THe Ol Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo
To the coast!
To the East
To the North
To the
you take North, East, West, South
Put it all together and it NEWS!
Then you got the ol rhythm, blues
And ya stop
So your shit, motherfucker, fucker, fucker!

concert]