Luyện nghe bài hát Buckingham Palace

Aiyyo I stand the gates of Buckingham Palace
Selling reefer, puffin the chalice the Beefeaters
Gettin so that whenever I drop shit
it'll land on the window of airplane cockpit
with the hot shit, "Crazy I. Click"
Niggaz is bloody idiots thinkin they can stop this
I'll increase my strength, to a human extent
Nigga your rhyme ain't worth
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 invade Europe
like Joseph Stalin, and niggaz for rhymin
Spittin fire, with for saliva
As drunk as Lady Diana's driver wit reporters her
in the hands of a minor
I got you panickin bombs, with 30 second timers
Clear the buildin, evacuate women and
Fuck you feelin nigga, I came here to kill em
Straight shittin, New York to Great Britain
And when we do shows we make the 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 is the face of death
Me without lyrics is like a flick without sex
Illmatic, my lyrical are Jurassic
With flavor then Skittles when I'm digitally mastered
I go off a cannon and blow up the planet
with "No Fear," like them clothes white be wearin
I'm than denim, lethal like venomous snake bites
The makes my eyes bright red like brake lights
There ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe
There ain't a microphone brave enough to me feedback
I'm strong, my word is Bond James
Niggaz be tryin to test, but they 'week' like days
MC's run away when I kick it; act so chicken
they should come with a large and a biscuit
My radioactive, massive atomic
I plan to push the Earth in front of Halley's
Breakin the +Facts of Life+ like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi
with more +Vocab+, than fuckin Fugees
So or be hospitalized
cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm

Yo, yo, a bit of weed and some Henessey
got me to set it with kinetic energy
See I much more energy then my enemies
If I wanna make more then Bellamy
So I be on MTV
with women tellin me I resemble Billy Dee
I make fly rhymes to get my name on the
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 with a sharp weapon
the brain remains for ten seconds
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 Rubix Cube like you got somethin to prove
Yo, grabs the mic after me'll get booed
Get in the club thrown at you and your crew
From Moet to bar stools, fruits and foods
You got a album out, you get hit with CD too
Runnin outside, cryin, lyin,
you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him
What's the difference? Y'all niggaz still ain't in fitness
Too busy mixin your bid'ness your bitches
While I be in the lab composin forbidden
So I got, Satan ejaculatin on his fingers
Dirk 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
Make your shit is tight, or I'ma snatch yo' mic, nigga!