Luyện nghe bài hát Case Closed

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

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

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

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