Luyện nghe bài hát Buckingham Palace

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

Chorus: (and crowd)

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

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

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