Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn Zoo II

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

[Verse One: Ol Dirty

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

I'll grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your stamiNUH
comes the medical 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 intend --
Competition to get an asssss kickin tremendous, RARRH!
You bother this
Leave me alone a son he'll be fatherless!
I got the asiatic flow with disco
Roll up on the scene like the Count of Monte
And MC's start to
I rolled up on a jet kid the nigga started speakin spanish
Yo! You from Panana!!
I asked you how you get so fuckin dark, you said
He responded so fast, you made me
Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH ass!
the hundred strongest rhymes
Then I out the punk in him
Roll up with the strong five deadly
Told HIM! the Wu-Tang!
the Shaolin slang, that crush any shit you bring
I your ass take 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 change to Hitler
I'll go out like Nazi, your fuckin ass stayed
Home and Yahtzee!
Or watchin Happy Days sweatin
Ralphie and Cunningham, Joni and Chachi

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

[Verse Two: Killer]

Ninety-five is wasted
capered, and Wu kept the rap fiends basted
Foamin out the mouthpiece, heads blown like
Murderous police, I do shows and in Grease
It's not magic, is the gadget
World classic big national high attracts graphics
Lampin in my own zone, my physical
Inhale Tony stuck, for the diamond in Rome
He's convincin, one man rap convention
The nigga gun down, eighty frenchmen
Lead vocalist, music specialist, rap
I deal with sharpness plus the hardest individual
I plant crimes vocals
My rap's like my passport, my life's my
Hit the sun roof, be out a wanderin dream
Shuttle, and get off the verbal hygiene, my nigga

[sample of
of Baby C'mon]
[sample of Zoo]
[sample of Drunk (Sweet Sugar Pie)]
of The Stomp]

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

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