Luyện nghe bài hát Case Closed

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

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

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

Things ain't easy, cuz we be, day to day
A bunch of stressed men with not really much to say
Twistin up some paper 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 Absolut with no chaser
Strong as chemical the general with
Past wreckin mics, I make the shatter like the 7th sign
My drama bring about a new
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 to Jesus
No man alive could figure we, beating rappers
X-3-D get up on this three trilogy
Got no love for foes, no respect for hoes
said, X-3-D blowing up, case closed