Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn Zoo II

One two, one two -- you this?
All types of shit yo let that shit
Word to mother, 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
This is for the radio, yo
I just want all y'all to
The reason why I curse is my momma and my daddy
They grew up
So respect my style, please!

[Verse One: Ol Bastard]

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

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

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

[Verse Two: Ghostface

Ninety-five is wasted
Keystone capered, and Wu kept the rap basted
Foamin out the mouthpiece, heads like geese
Murderous police, I do and perform in Grease
It's not magic, is the gadget
classic big national high attracts dear graphics
Lampin in my own zone, my physical
Inhale bones Tony stuck, for the diamond in
convincin, labelled one man rap convention
The nigga gun down, eighty frenchmen
vocalist, music specialist, rap arsonist
I deal with sharpness plus spark the individual
I crimes inside vocals
My rap's like my passport, my my proof
Hit the sun roof, be out like a dream
Shuttle, and get startled off the hygiene, my nigga

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

concert]