Luyện nghe bài hát Case Closed

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

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

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

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Buckle Up! Brace Yourself! Up! Take No Ls/
Dust to Dust! Say Farewell! fuck with us! Save Yourself!
Buckle Up! Tight! gonna tussle! We gonna Fight!
Until you never touch another mic! Or its your life Then Closed.

This is the way, we gonna see that it stops/
And if not, you might as well up on hip-hop/
this is the case, in this day and age/
We gotta kick in your face if youre in for fame