Luyện nghe bài hát Buckingham Palace

Aiyyo I stand outside the gates of Palace
reefer, puffin the chalice with the Beefeaters
Gettin so high that I drop shit
it'll land on the window of airplane cockpit
with the hot shit, "Crazy I. Click"
Niggaz is bloody idiots that they can stop this
I'll increase my strength, to a super human
your rhyme ain't worth sixpence
And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and
then you don't need six senses to feel me you in the face
From Brixton, to Clapham Common, my lyrics invade
like Joseph Stalin, and murder for rhymin
Spittin fire, with for saliva
As drunk as Lady Diana's driver wit reporters her
in the hands of a minor
I got you panickin bombs, with 30 second timers
Clear the buildin, evacuate and children
Fuck what you feelin nigga, I here to kill em
Straight shittin, from New York to Britain
And when we do shows we make the pay admission, what!

Canibus (and crowd)

I say "Can-I" you say "Bus"
Can-I (BUS!) (BUS!)
Yo, I say "Can-I" you say "Bus"
(BUS!) Can-I (BUS!)

Yo.. yo..
Yo for the worst
This next verse is the face of
Me lyrics is like a porn flick without sex
Illmatic, my lyrical are Jurassic
With more flavor then when I'm digitally mastered
I go off a cannon and blow up the planet
with "No Fear," like them clothes white boys be
I'm than denim, lethal like venomous snake bites
The marijuana my eyes bright red like brake lights
There a party I couldn't rock, believe that
There a microphone brave enough to give me feedback
I'm strong, my is Bond like James
Niggaz be tryin to test, but they 'week' seven days
MC's run away when I it; they act so chicken
they should come with a drink and a biscuit
My style's radioactive, massive
I plan to push the Earth in of Halley's Comet
Breakin the +Facts of Life+ down like Tudy, I'm raw sushi
with more +Vocab+, than fuckin Fugees
So or be hospitalized
cause on a scale of one to ten I'm twenty-five

Yo, yo, a little bit of weed and Henessey
got me ready to set it kinetic energy
See I need much energy then my enemies
If I wanna make Bill's then Bellamy
So I be on MTV
with women tellin me I resemble Billy Dee
I make fly rhymes to get my name on the
Then when I'm on the scene I do to get the green
Then I the green, buy a automobile machine
for that thing on page 43, in Jet
Canibus is the executioner's dream
Swingin the guillotine, cause whenever the head is
from the human body a sharp enough weapon
the brain remains conscious for ten
Long for me to give you one last message
And when you get to Hell you can Lucifer I said it
Don't get it confused, fuckin with Canibus
the human Rubix Cube like you got to prove
Yo, whoever the mic after me'll get booed
Get in the club thrown at you and your crew
From bottles to bar stools, fruits and foods
You got a out, you get hit with your CD too
outside, cryin, lyin, denyin
that you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got by him
What's the difference? niggaz still ain't in lyrical fitness
Too busy mixin bid'ness with your bitches
I be in the lab composin forbidden scriptures
So I got, Satan ejaculatin on his fingers
Like Dirk Diggler, in the of +Boogie Nights+
white, livin the hype, he ruined his life
But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah right
Make sure your shit is tight, or I'ma yo' mic, nigga!