Luyện nghe bài hát Case Closed

Amazing grace how sweet the sound is of the fo'
To blast all these men that got the po' sound
Yippee-ki-yay, motherfuckers here's the show
But since we're now with dope sounds now here we go now
Check the motion while I be puffin the
Blow and urban networks with other experts
Plus this thing between my ear clear
And the thing it fears is the man upstairs
So fuck bulletproof 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, your staff, let the our your ass
Everybody's hustling sons toting guns
Reggie Noble's from we stick nuns that got funds
Bomb niggas like they did in
Freez, froze, Def Squad UHH, case closed

I be the, sneaky, second dimension, seeping through your
Have nectar, leaking out you rhyme stressers
Extra deez leave rashes on rappers
Makin so feel the breeze of the Grandmaster
Packed swift solid style structure
MC's with the degree of street ruckus
Aiyyo who got guns? I split precise, spleen
Return my presence to the borough of the hard hitters
I devour, night sun shower, minutes last hour, weak last power
Body, the six mind shotty
The one you handle, second dimension vandal
Lacerating your retina for tryin to see
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 you tryin to get funky on me nigga?
(Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get 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 funky on me
(Aiyyo, why the fuck you to get funky 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 black men with not really to say
up some brown paper that we struggle just to get
All the deaf dumb and blind 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 props
Past wreckin mics, I make the Earth shatter like the 7th
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
Make gangsta niggas wanna go home and talk to
No man alive could figure we, 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, closed