Luyện nghe bài hát Case Closed

Amazing how sweet the sound is of the fo' pound
To all these sound men that got the po' sound
Yippee-ki-yay, motherfuckers here's the down
But since broke now with dope sounds now here we go now
the motion while I be puffin the potent
Blow and urban networks with other experts
Plus thing between my ear thinks clear
And the only it fears 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 rough paragraphs out Alcatraz
And ash, staff, let the grime our your ass
Everybody's hustling with sons guns
Where Noble's from we stick nuns that got funds
Bomb niggas like did in Oklahoma
Freez, you're froze, Def Squad UHH, case

I be the, sneaky, second dimension, seeping through sector
Have nectar, leaking out you wack stressers
Extra deez disease leave on rappers
Makin MC's so feel the of the Grandmaster
Packed with swift solid structure
Simonizing with the degree 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, last hour, weak man's last power
Body, the six mind shotty
The one you handle, dimension mind vandal
Lacerating retina for tryin to see this
As I'm flowin through the of the X-3-D
See at forty belows I freak that burn your nose
When you inhale the 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 fuck you tryin to get on me nigga?
(Aiyyo, why the fuck you to get funky 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 with not much to say
Twistin up some brown paper that we just to get
All the dumb and blind become mentally equipped
As I extend my pen to havoc on paper
I execute and burn MC's like Absolut with no
Strong as chemical the with props
wreckin mics, I make the Earth shatter like the 7th sign
My drama bring a new aura
I'm sending a plague through your town like God did Sodom and
The deepest, my vocals got you speechless
gangsta niggas wanna go home and talk to Jesus
No man could figure we, beating rappers literally
get up on this three dimensional trilogy
Got no for foes, no respect for grimy hoes
Nuff said, X-3-D blowing up, case