Luyện nghe bài hát Buckingham Palace

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

Yo.. yo..
Yo prepare for the
This next verse is the of death
Me without lyrics is like a porn flick sex
Illmatic, my lyrical skills are
With more flavor then Skittles when I'm digitally
I go off like a cannon and blow up the
with "No Fear," like them white boys be wearin
I'm tougher than denim, lethal like venomous bites
The marijuana makes my bright red like brake lights
There ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe
There ain't a microphone enough to give me feedback
I'm strong, my word is like James
Niggaz be tryin to test, but they 'week' like seven
MC's run away when I it; they act so chicken
they should come with a large drink and a
My style's radioactive, massive
I to push the Earth in front of Halley's Comet
the +Facts of Life+ down like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi
with more +Vocab+, than three fuckin
So recognize or be
cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm

Yo, yo, a little bit of and some Henessey
got me to set it with kinetic energy
See I need much energy then my enemies
If I wanna make Bill's then Bellamy
So I be on MTV
women constantly 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 shows to get the
Then I take the green, buy a machine
for thing on page 43, in Jet Magazine
Canibus is the ultimate dream
the guillotine, cause whenever the head is severed
from the body with a sharp enough weapon
the remains conscious for ten seconds
Long for me to give you one last message
And when you get to Hell you can tell I said it
Don't ever get it confused, with Canibus
the human Cube like you got somethin to prove
Yo, whoever grabs the mic after get booed
Get in the club thrown at you and your crew
From Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits and
You got a album out, you get hit your CD too
outside, cryin, lyin, denyin
that you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got by him
What's the Y'all niggaz still ain't in lyrical fitness
Too busy mixin your bid'ness with bitches
While I be in the lab composin forbidden
So I got, Satan ejaculatin on his fingers
Like Dirk Diggler, in the middle of +Boogie
Sniffin white, livin the hype, he his life
But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah that's
Make sure your is tight, or I'ma snatch yo' mic, nigga!