Luyện nghe bài hát Buckingham Palace

Aiyyo I stand outside the of Buckingham Palace
Selling reefer, the chalice with the Beefeaters
Gettin so high that I drop shit
it'll land on the window of airplane cockpit
Canibus the hot shit, "Crazy I. Click"
Niggaz is bloody thinkin that they can stop this
I'll my strength, to a super human extent
your rhyme ain't worth sixpence
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 Europe
like Joseph Stalin, and niggaz for rhymin
Spittin fire, with for saliva
As drunk as Lady Diana's driver wit behind her
Alcohol in the hands of a
I got you panickin like bombs, 30 second timers
Clear the buildin, women and children
Fuck what you feelin nigga, I here to kill em
Straight shittin, 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"
(BUS!) Can-I (BUS!)

Yo.. yo..
Yo prepare for the
This verse is the face of death
Me without is like a porn flick without sex
Illmatic, my lyrical skills are
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 boys be wearin
I'm tougher denim, lethal like venomous snake bites
The marijuana makes my eyes bright red brake lights
There ain't a I couldn't rock, believe that
There ain't a microphone brave to give me feedback
I'm strong, my word is Bond like
Niggaz be to test, but they 'week' like seven days
MC's run away when I kick it; they act so
they should come with a large and a biscuit
My style's radioactive, massive
I plan to push the Earth in front of Halley's
Breakin the +Facts of Life+ down Tudy, I'm raw like sushi
with more +Vocab+, than fuckin Fugees
So or be hospitalized
cause lyrically on a of one to ten I'm twenty-five

Yo, yo, a little bit of weed and some
got me ready to set it with energy
See I need much more then my enemies
If I wanna make more Bill's 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 shows to get the
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, whenever the head is severed
from the human body with a sharp weapon
the brain remains for ten seconds
Long enough for me to give you one last
And when you get to Hell you can Lucifer I said it
Don't get it confused, fuckin with Canibus
the human Rubix like you got somethin to prove
Yo, whoever grabs the mic me'll get booed
Get in the club thrown at you and your crew
From Moet bottles to bar stools, 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? niggaz still ain't in lyrical fitness
Too busy mixin your bid'ness with bitches
While I be in the lab forbidden scriptures
So wicked I got, Satan ejaculatin on his
Dirk Diggler, in the middle of +Boogie Nights+
Sniffin white, the hype, he ruined his life
But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah that's
Make sure shit is tight, or I'ma snatch yo' mic, nigga!