Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn Zoo II

One two, one two -- you this?
All of shit yo let that shit ride
to mother, turn up the microphone!
Get all good shit, get all that good shit (one two, one two)
One two, one two, one two... one two
Now niggaz
Ssssshhhit, yo yo check this out, check joint
is strictly for the radio, yo
I just want all y'all to
The reason why I is because my momma and my daddy
They grew up
So respect my style, please!

One: Ol Dirty Bastard]

I'll grab the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole
Ohh, sssshit,
I'll grab the mic and now I damage ya, cut your staminuh
Here the medical examinuh
One then you out for the count
Bring the ammonia make he sniffs... the right amount
Ya yo, I'm sorry,

I'll grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your stamiNUH
Here comes the examiNUH
One verse you're out for the count
Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniffs the 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 a son he'll be fatherless!
I got the flow mixed with disco
Roll up on the like the Count of Monte Crisco
And start to vanish
I rolled up on a jet black kid the nigga started spanish
Yo! You from Panana!!
I asked you how you get so fuckin dark, you suntama
He responded so fast, you me laugh
Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH ass!
Kick the hundred rhymes
Then I out the punk 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 a friendly game of stickball
And as you step up to bat man, I the riddler
You try to do me for my nigga I'll change to
I'll go out like Nazi, your fuckin ass stayed
and play Yahtzee!
Or watchin Happy sweatin Poxie
With Ralphie and Cunningham, Joni and

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

[Verse Ghostface Killer]

Ninety-five niggaz is
Keystone capered, and Wu kept the rap fiends
Foamin out the mouthpiece, blown like geese
Murderous police, I do shows and in Grease
It's not magic, is the gadget
World classic big national high dear graphics
Lampin in my own zone, my physical
Inhale bones stuck, for the diamond in Rome
convincin, labelled one man rap convention
The that'll gun down, eighty frenchmen
Lead vocalist, specialist, rap arsonist
I deal sharpness plus spark the hardest individual
I plant inside vocals
My rap's like my passport, my my proof
Hit the sun roof, be out like a wanderin
Shuttle, and get startled off the verbal hygiene, my

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on you when you step through to
Ol Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on you when you through to
Ol Dirty Bastard, Zoo!
What?!! My nuh
on you when you step through to
The Ol Dirty Bastard, Zoo
Shame on you you step through to
THe Ol Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo
To the coast!
To the coast
To the North
To the
When you take North, East, West,
Put it all together and it NEWS!
you got the ol rhythm, bastard blues
And ya don't
So your shit, motherfucker, fucker, fucker!

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