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 land on the window of airplane cockpit
with the hot shit, "Crazy I. Click"
Niggaz is idiots thinkin that they can stop this
increase 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 you in the face
From Brixton, to Common, my lyrics invade Europe
like Joseph Stalin, and murder for rhymin
Spittin fire, gasoline for saliva
As drunk as Lady Diana's driver wit behind her
in the hands of a minor
I got you panickin like bombs, 30 second timers
Clear the buildin, women and children
Fuck what you feelin nigga, I here to kill em
shittin, from New York to Great Britain
And when we do shows we 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"
(BUS!) Can-I (BUS!)

Yo.. yo..
Yo prepare for the
This next verse is the face of
Me without lyrics is like a porn flick sex
Illmatic, my lyrical skills are
With more flavor then Skittles when I'm mastered
I go off a cannon and blow up the planet
with "No Fear," them clothes white boys be wearin
I'm tougher denim, lethal like venomous snake bites
The marijuana makes my eyes bright red like lights
There ain't a party I rock, believe that
There ain't a microphone brave enough to give me
I'm strong, my word is like James
Niggaz be to test, but they 'week' like seven days
MC's run away when I kick it; act so chicken
they should come with a drink and a biscuit
My style's radioactive, massive
I plan to push the Earth in of Halley's Comet
Breakin the +Facts of Life+ down like Tudy, I'm raw sushi
with more +Vocab+, than three fuckin
So recognize or be
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 then my
If I wanna make more Bill's then
So I be on MTV
with women constantly tellin me I resemble Dee
I fly rhymes to get my name on the scene
Then when I'm on the scene I do to get the green
Then I the green, buy a automobile machine
for that on page 43, in Jet Magazine
Canibus is the ultimate dream
the guillotine, cause whenever the head is severed
from the human body 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 tell Lucifer I it
Don't ever get it confused, fuckin with
the human Rubix Cube like you got to prove
Yo, whoever grabs the mic me'll 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 ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got by him
What's the difference? Y'all still ain't in lyrical fitness
Too busy mixin your bid'ness your bitches
While I be in the lab composin scriptures
So wicked I got, Satan ejaculatin on his
Like Diggler, in the middle of +Boogie Nights+
Sniffin white, the hype, he ruined his life
But I'm a MC of a different type, that's right
sure your shit is tight, or I'ma snatch yo' mic, nigga!