Luyện nghe bài hát Case Closed

Amazing grace how sweet the is of the fo' pound
To blast all sound men that got the po' sound
Yippee-ki-yay, motherfuckers the show down
But since broke now with dope sounds now here we go now
Check the motion while I be the potent
Blow spots and urban networks other experts
Plus thing between my ear thinks clear
And the only thing it is the man upstairs
So fuck your bulletproof
If I decide to get your ass you better believe more than a blast
(boo-ya) More like paragraphs out Alcatraz
And ash, your staff, let the grime our ass
Everybody's hustling with sons guns
Where Reggie Noble's from we stick that got funds
Bomb niggas like they did in
Freez, you're froze, Def Squad UHH, closed

I be the, sneaky, second dimension, seeping through your
nectar, leaking out you wack rhyme stressers
Extra deez disease leave rashes on
Makin so feel the breeze of the Grandmaster
Packed swift solid style structure
Simonizing MC's with the of street ruckus
Aiyyo who got guns? I split precise, spleen
Return my physical presence to the of the hard hitters
I devour, night sun shower, minutes last hour, man's last power
Body, the six four mind
The one you handle, dimension mind vandal
Lacerating retina for tryin to see this
As I'm through the prism of the X-3-D
See at forty belows I freak flows burn your nose
When you inhale the blows, case closed

Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get on me nigga?
(Aiyyo, why the you tryin to get funky on me nigga?)
Yo, you know, who I am motherfucker?
the name fool
(That's my nigga!)
Why the fuck you tryin to get on me nigga?
(Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get on me nigga?)
Yo, don't you know, who are motherfucker?
(Crossbreed's the fool)
my niggas!

Things easy, cuz we be, strugglin day to day
A bunch of stressed black men with not really to say
Twistin up some brown that we struggle just to get
All the deaf dumb and become mentally equipped
As I extend my pen to wreak havoc on
I execute and burn MC's like Absolut no chaser
Strong as chemical the general props
Past wreckin mics, I make the Earth like the 7th sign
My drama about a new aura
I'm sending a plague through your town like God did and Gomorrah
The deepest, my actions got you speechless
Make gangsta niggas wanna go home and talk to
No man alive could figure we, rappers literally
X-3-D get up on this three dimensional
Got no for foes, no respect for grimy hoes
Nuff said, X-3-D blowing up, closed