Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn Zoo II

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

[Verse Ol Dirty Bastard]

I'll grab the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole
Ohh, sssshit,
I'll the mic and now I damage ya, cut your whole staminuh
comes the medical examinuh
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 then you're out for the count
Bring the ammonia, make sure he the right amount
Wake you up and I ask you
How do you this --
to get an asssss kickin sooooo tremendous, RARRH!
You shouldn't bother
Leave me alone like a son be fatherless!
I got the asiatic flow mixed with
up on the scene like the Count of Monte Crisco
And start to vanish
I rolled up on a jet kid the nigga started speakin spanish
Yo! You wasn't 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 strongest rhymes
Then I out the punk in him
up with the strong five deadly venoms
Told HIM! the Wu-Tang!
Witness the Shaolin slang, that crush any you bring
I watch ass take a big fall, why?!
My Source, is like a friendly game of stickball
And as you step up to bat man, I play the
You try to do me for my nigga I'll change to
I'll go out like Nazi, wish your fuckin ass
and play Yahtzee!
Or watchin Happy Days sweatin
Ralphie and Cunningham, Joni and Chachi

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

Two: Ghostface Killer]

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

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

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

concert]