Luyện nghe bài hát Buckingham Palace

Aiyyo I stand outside the of Buckingham Palace
Selling reefer, puffin the chalice with the
Gettin so high that I drop shit
it'll land on the of your airplane cockpit
Canibus the hot shit, "Crazy I. Click"
Niggaz is bloody idiots thinkin that they can stop
I'll my strength, to a super human extent
Nigga your rhyme worth sixpence
And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and
then you need six senses to feel me punch you in the face
From Brixton, to Clapham Common, my lyrics Europe
like Joseph Stalin, and niggaz for rhymin
fire, with gasoline for saliva
As drunk as Lady Diana's driver wit 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 here to kill em
Straight shittin, from New 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"
Can-I (BUS!) (BUS!)

Yo.. yo..
Yo for the worst
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 I'm digitally mastered
I go off like a cannon and up the planet
"No Fear," like them clothes white boys be wearin
I'm tougher than denim, lethal like venomous bites
The marijuana makes my eyes bright red like lights
There ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe
ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback
I'm strong, my is Bond like James
Niggaz be tryin to test, but 'week' like seven days
MC's run away when I kick it; act so chicken
they should with a large drink and a biscuit
My radioactive, massive atomic
I plan to push the Earth in of Halley's Comet
Breakin the +Facts of Life+ down like Tudy, I'm raw sushi
more +Vocab+, than three fuckin Fugees
So recognize or be
lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm twenty-five

Yo, yo, a little bit of and some Henessey
got me ready to set it with energy
See I need much more energy then my
If I wanna more Bill's then Bellamy
So I be on MTV
with constantly tellin me I resemble 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 a sharp enough weapon
the brain conscious for ten seconds
Long for me to give you one last message
And when you get to you can tell Lucifer I said it
Don't ever get it confused, with Canibus
the human Rubix Cube like you got somethin to
Yo, whoever grabs the mic me'll get booed
Get everything in the club thrown at you and crew
Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits and foods
You got a album out, you get hit with CD too
outside, cryin, lyin, denyin
that you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got by him
What's the difference? Y'all niggaz still ain't in fitness
Too busy your bid'ness with your bitches
While I be in the lab composin forbidden
So I got, Satan ejaculatin on his fingers
Like Dirk Diggler, in the middle of Nights+
Sniffin white, livin the hype, he his life
But I'm a MC of a type, yeah that's right
Make sure shit is tight, or I'ma snatch yo' mic, nigga!