Luyện nghe bài hát Buckingham Palace

Aiyyo I stand outside the gates of Buckingham
Selling reefer, puffin the chalice the Beefeaters
so high that whenever I drop shit
it'll on the window of your 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
Nigga rhyme ain't worth sixpence
And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and
then you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the
From Brixton, to Clapham Common, my lyrics invade
like Stalin, and murder niggaz for rhymin
Spittin fire, gasoline for saliva
As drunk as Diana's driver wit reporters behind her
in the hands of a minor
I got you panickin like bombs, with 30 timers
Clear the buildin, evacuate women and
Fuck what you nigga, I came here to kill em
Straight shittin, from New York to Great
And when we do shows we make the pay admission, what!

Canibus (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 prepare for the
next verse is the face of death
Me without lyrics is like a porn without sex
Illmatic, my lyrical skills are
With more flavor then Skittles when I'm mastered
I go off like a cannon and 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 like brake
There ain't a party I couldn't rock, that
ain't a microphone brave 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 when I kick it; they act so chicken
should come with a large drink and a biscuit
My style's radioactive, massive
I plan to push the in front of Halley's Comet
Breakin the +Facts of down like 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 kinetic
See I need much more then my enemies
If I wanna make more then Bellamy
So I be on MTV
with women constantly tellin me I resemble Dee
I fly rhymes to get my name on the scene
when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green
Then I take the green, buy a machine
for thing on page 43, in Jet Magazine
Canibus is the ultimate executioner's
Swingin the guillotine, cause whenever the head is
from the human body a sharp enough weapon
the brain conscious for ten seconds
Long enough for me to you one last message
And when you get to Hell you can tell I said it
ever get it confused, fuckin with Canibus
the Rubix Cube like you got somethin to prove
Yo, whoever the mic after me'll get booed
Get everything in the club thrown at you and your
From Moet bottles to bar stools, and foods
You got a album out, you get hit with CD too
outside, cryin, lyin, denyin
that you The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him
What's the difference? Y'all niggaz still ain't in fitness
Too mixin your bid'ness with your bitches
I be in the lab composin forbidden scriptures
So wicked I got, Satan ejaculatin on his
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, that's right
Make sure your shit is tight, or snatch yo' mic, nigga!