Luyện nghe bài hát Buckingham Palace

Aiyyo I outside the gates of Buckingham Palace
Selling reefer, the chalice with the Beefeaters
Gettin so high that whenever I shit
it'll land on the of your airplane cockpit
with the hot shit, "Crazy I. Click"
Niggaz is bloody idiots thinkin that they can stop
increase my strength, to a super human extent
Nigga your 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
Brixton, to Clapham Common, my lyrics invade Europe
like Joseph Stalin, and niggaz for rhymin
Spittin fire, with gasoline for
As drunk as Lady Diana's driver wit reporters her
Alcohol in the 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 here to em
Straight shittin, from New York to Great
And when we do shows we the Queen 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 for the worst
next verse is the face of death
Me without is like a porn flick without sex
Illmatic, my skills are Jurassic
With more flavor then Skittles when I'm digitally
I go off like a cannon and up the planet
"No Fear," like them clothes white 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, believe
There ain't a brave enough to give me feedback
I'm strong, my word is Bond James
Niggaz be to test, but they 'week' like seven days
MC's run away I kick it; they act so chicken
they should come with a large drink and a
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 like
with more +Vocab+, than three fuckin
So or be hospitalized
cause on a scale of one to ten I'm twenty-five

Yo, yo, a little bit of weed and Henessey
got me ready to set it with kinetic
See I need much more energy my enemies
If I wanna make more Bill's then
So I be on MTV
with women constantly tellin me I resemble Dee
I make fly rhymes to get my on the scene
Then I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green
I take the green, buy a automobile machine
for that thing on 43, in Jet Magazine
Canibus is the ultimate dream
the guillotine, cause whenever the head is severed
from the human body with a 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 Lucifer I said it
Don't get it confused, fuckin with Canibus
the Rubix Cube 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 The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him
What's the difference? Y'all still ain't in lyrical fitness
Too busy mixin your bid'ness with bitches
I be in the lab composin forbidden scriptures
So wicked I got, Satan 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, that's right
Make sure shit is tight, or I'ma snatch yo' mic, nigga!