Luyện nghe bài hát Buckingham Palace

Aiyyo I stand outside the gates of Palace
reefer, puffin the chalice with the Beefeaters
Gettin so that whenever I drop shit
land on the window of your airplane cockpit
Canibus the hot shit, "Crazy I. Click"
Niggaz is bloody idiots thinkin that they can this
I'll increase my strength, to a human extent
your rhyme ain't worth sixpence
And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and
then you don't need six senses to me punch you in the face
From Brixton, to Clapham Common, my lyrics invade
like Joseph Stalin, and murder niggaz for
fire, with gasoline for saliva
As drunk as Lady Diana's driver wit behind her
in the hands of a minor
I got you panickin like bombs, with 30 second
the buildin, evacuate women and children
Fuck what you feelin nigga, I came to kill em
Straight shittin, from New to Great Britain
And we do shows we make 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"
(BUS!) Can-I (BUS!)

Yo.. yo..
Yo prepare for the
next verse is the face of death
Me lyrics is like a porn flick without sex
Illmatic, my skills are Jurassic
With flavor then Skittles when I'm digitally mastered
I go off a cannon and blow up the planet
with "No Fear," like them clothes boys be wearin
I'm tougher than denim, like venomous snake bites
The makes my eyes bright red like brake lights
There ain't a party I rock, believe that
There ain't a microphone 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 kick it; they act so
they come with a large drink and a biscuit
My radioactive, massive atomic
I plan to push the Earth in front of Halley's
Breakin the +Facts of Life+ down like Tudy, I'm raw sushi
with more +Vocab+, three fuckin Fugees
So recognize or be
cause on a scale of one to ten I'm twenty-five

Yo, yo, a bit of weed and some Henessey
got me ready to set it with energy
See I need much energy then my enemies
If I wanna make Bill's then Bellamy
So I be on MTV
with women constantly tellin me I Billy Dee
I make fly to get my name on the scene
Then when I'm on the scene I do to get the green
Then I take the green, buy a machine
for that thing on page 43, in Jet
Canibus is the ultimate executioner's
Swingin the guillotine, cause the head is severed
from the human body with a sharp weapon
the brain remains for ten seconds
enough for me to give you one last message
And when you get to Hell you can tell Lucifer I it
ever get it confused, fuckin with Canibus
the human Rubix Cube like you got somethin to
Yo, whoever grabs the mic me'll get booed
Get in the club thrown at you and your crew
From Moet to bar stools, fruits and foods
You got a album out, you get hit with CD too
Runnin outside, cryin, lyin,
you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him
What's the difference? Y'all niggaz still ain't in fitness
Too busy mixin your 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+
Sniffin white, the hype, he ruined his life
But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah right
Make your shit is tight, or I'ma snatch yo' mic, nigga!