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 to take this throne/
Break this whole motherfuckin game down, and reclaim
Cause Im sick of layin down watching these companies reign
When its obvious something is playin out, on the stage while youre they shoving to gain ground/
And sedate crowds with the same theyve been layin up into your brain loud/
Enough to take any rational 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, till the 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 discussions meant to function as a general centerpiece sent at these enemies bent on me, better be set if we enter the end of peace/
Settling isnt an no more/
We gon box in this war youll be hearing them bells we knock on your door/

Now that you been up into this 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 limb thats wounded/
Whip him again with a pool stick, dig on his bitch, and then beg he do shit/
roots of abuse set loose for execution/
Of any groups that get us confused with petty fools let you crew win/
Check the movements, fluent as I was, I said it! Because-
You would never think that a nigga that never would ever step it up to get a better buzz/
On the regular the youve leapt ahead of us, are prolly less, than Oedipus hating his mother
Or Disney hiring sexual
Senators getting elected a 3rd consecutive term, A who doesnt do enemas/
Permanent henna, a surfer that catches waves then your current antennae does/
Sure I make it look effortless, with every sentence that to be cleverly/
Penned More wreckless Session ingesting hennesey, blends/
More treacherous than even being the Kennedy
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 to try to pull away is just a doomed fate for a few fools/
QN5, represent the true scene, so guaranteed one of two things/
Either showered with praise or were simply hated by every review team/
What Ive stated was meant to reduce kings into paupers, and to queens to get topless/
And to revolutionize everything you hip-hop is.

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

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Buckle Up! Brace Yourself! Knuckle Up! No Ls/
Dust to Dust! Say Farewell! fuck with us! Save Yourself!
Up! Tight! Were 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 give up on hip-hop/
Cause this is the case, in this day and
We gotta kick in your face if youre in for fame