Luyện nghe bài hát Buckingham Palace

Aiyyo I stand outside the gates of Buckingham
Selling reefer, puffin the chalice the Beefeaters
Gettin so high whenever I drop shit
it'll land on the window of your cockpit
Canibus the hot shit, "Crazy I. Click"
Niggaz is bloody idiots thinkin that 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
then you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the
From Brixton, to Clapham Common, my lyrics invade
like Joseph Stalin, and niggaz for rhymin
Spittin fire, gasoline for saliva
As drunk as Lady Diana's 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 Britain
And when we do we make 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 prepare for the
This next verse is the of death
Me without lyrics is like a porn flick sex
Illmatic, my lyrical skills are
With more flavor Skittles when I'm digitally mastered
I go off like a and blow up the planet
with "No Fear," like them white boys be wearin
I'm tougher than denim, lethal like snake bites
The makes my eyes bright red like brake lights
ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that
There ain't a brave enough to give me feedback
I'm strong, my word is Bond like
Niggaz be tryin to test, but they 'week' seven days
run away when I kick it; they act so chicken
they come with a large drink and a biscuit
My style's radioactive, massive
I plan to push the Earth in front of Comet
Breakin the of Life+ down like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi
more +Vocab+, than three fuckin Fugees
So or be hospitalized
cause on a scale of one to ten I'm twenty-five

Yo, yo, a little bit of weed and some
got me to set it with kinetic energy
See I need much more energy my enemies
If I wanna make more then Bellamy
So I be on MTV
with constantly tellin me I resemble Billy Dee
I fly rhymes to get my name on the scene
Then when I'm on the scene I do to get the green
I take the green, buy a automobile machine
for that thing on 43, in Jet Magazine
is the ultimate executioner's dream
Swingin the guillotine, cause whenever the head is
from the human with a sharp enough weapon
the brain conscious for ten seconds
enough for me to give you one last message
And when you get to Hell you can tell 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 after get booed
Get everything in the club thrown at you and your
Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits and foods
You got a out, you get hit with your CD too
outside, cryin, lyin, denyin
that you The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him
What's the Y'all niggaz still ain't in lyrical fitness
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 +Boogie
Sniffin white, livin the hype, he his life
But I'm a MC of a different type, that's right
Make your shit is tight, or I'ma snatch yo' mic, nigga!