Luyện nghe bài hát Case Closed

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

I be the, sneaky, second dimension, through your sector
Have nectar, leaking out you rhyme stressers
deez disease leave rashes on rappers
Makin MC's so the breeze of the Grandmaster
Packed with swift style structure
Simonizing MC's with the degree of ruckus
Aiyyo who got guns? I precise, spleen splitter
Return my physical 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, 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 that burn your nose
you inhale the verbal blows, case closed

Aiyyo, 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 I am
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, you know, who they are motherfucker?
(Crossbreed's the fool)
my niggas!

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