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 whenever I shit
it'll on the window of your airplane cockpit
Canibus the hot shit, "Crazy I. Click"
is bloody idiots thinkin that they can stop this
I'll increase my strength, to a super human
Nigga your rhyme ain't sixpence
And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and
you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face
From Brixton, to Clapham Common, my invade Europe
like Joseph Stalin, and murder niggaz for
Spittin fire, with for saliva
As drunk as Diana's driver wit reporters behind her
Alcohol in the of a minor
I got you panickin like bombs, with 30 second
Clear the buildin, evacuate and children
Fuck what you feelin nigga, I came here to em
Straight shittin, from New York to Great
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"
Can-I (BUS!) (BUS!)

Yo.. yo..
Yo for the worst
This next verse is the of death
Me without lyrics is like a porn 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 than denim, like venomous snake bites
The marijuana my eyes bright red like brake lights
There ain't a party I rock, believe that
There a microphone brave 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 should come with a large 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 or be hospitalized
lyrically 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 kinetic energy
See I need much more energy then my
If I wanna make more then Bellamy
So I be on MTV
with women constantly tellin me I resemble 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 43, in Jet Magazine
is the ultimate executioner's dream
Swingin the guillotine, whenever the head is severed
the human body with a sharp enough weapon
the brain remains conscious for ten
Long for me to give you one last message
And when you get to Hell you can Lucifer I said it
Don't ever get it confused, with Canibus
the human Rubix like you got somethin to prove
Yo, whoever grabs the mic after get booed
Get everything in the club thrown at you and crew
From Moet to bar stools, fruits 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 niggaz still ain't in lyrical
Too busy mixin your bid'ness with your
While I be in the lab forbidden scriptures
So I got, Satan ejaculatin on his fingers
Like Dirk Diggler, in the middle of Nights+
white, livin the hype, he ruined his life
But I'm a MC of a type, yeah that's right
Make your shit is tight, or I'ma snatch yo' mic, nigga!