Luyện nghe bài hát Case Closed

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

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

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

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

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