Luyện nghe bài hát Case Closed

Lets get a bit acquainted, Hey, its t-o-n-e-d-e-double-the-eff, with the flow/
Known to be flipping syllables even when the pace is
Gracious, No! Save your soul, guess who is coming to take throne/
Break this whole game down, and reclaim crowns/
Cause Im sick of layin down watching these companies reign
When its obvious something is playin out, on the stage while unconscious they shoving to gain ground/
And crowds with the same sound theyve been layin up into your brain loud/
Enough to take any rational thought and leave your brain clouded to rap as pop/
Isnt it insane how niggas be keeping their face frowned/ perpetrating their need to erase clowns they remain proud, till the minute you see in lace gowns/
All the sudden, they flee to escape town, theyre ashamed cause they got
because of that, and not really because they regret what theyve done, is disgusting/
This discussions meant to function as a general centerpiece sent at enemies bent on resenting me, better be set if we enter the end of peace/
isnt an option no more/
We gon box in this war youll be hearing them bells before we on your door/

Now that you been initiated up into this movement, Get at your favorite whos spits/
Hit him a little bit with your 2 fists, Kick in his until he is toothless/
Give him a min to get up and cue this, Single out limb thats wounded/
Whip him again with a heavy pool stick, dig on his bitch, and beg he do shit/
Ruthless roots of abuse set loose for
Of any groups that get us confused with fools wholl let you crew win/
Check the movements, fluent as I was, I said it! Because-
You would never think that a nigga that never drink would ever it up to get a better buzz/
On the regular the odds youve leapt ahead of us, are prolly less, Oedipus hating his mother
Or hiring sexual predators/
Senators getting elected a 3rd consecutive term, A who doesnt do enemas/
Permanent henna, a surfer that catches more waves then current antennae does/
Sure I make it effortless, with every sentence that tends to be cleverly/
Penned More wreckless then ingesting hennesey, blends/
More treacherous than being the Kennedy Men/
And for any requesting the identity of the Best MC? Guess, but Yep its Me.
to see, the a new strain of the plague, raised to abuse breaks/
Unphased of what you say, I dead lines, all without a due date/
Im the new age. New school. New page. New rules.
Any attempt to try to pull is just a doomed fate for a few fools/
QN5, represent the scene, so were guaranteed one of two things/
Either were showered with praise or were simply hated by every review
What Ive was meant to reduce kings into paupers, and to seduce queens to get topless/
And to everything you think hip-hop is.

Buckle Up! Brace Yourself! Up! Take No Ls/
to Dust! Say Farewell! (Your) Numbers Up! Save Yourself!
Buckle Up! Tight! Were gonna tussle! gonna Fight!
Until you never touch another mic! Or its life Then Case Closed!

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Buckle Up! Brace Yourself! Up! Take No Ls/
to Dust! Say Farewell! Dont fuck with us! Save Yourself!
Buckle Up! Tight! gonna tussle! We gonna Fight!
Until you touch another mic! Or its your life Then Case Closed.

This is the way, we ever gonna see it stops/
And if not, you might as well give up on
Cause this is the case, in day and age/
We gotta kick in your if youre just in for fame