Luyện nghe bài hát Case Closed

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

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

Aiyyo, why the fuck you to get funky on me nigga?
(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 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 men with not really much to say
Twistin up some brown paper we struggle just to get
All the deaf and blind become mentally equipped
As I extend my pen to wreak havoc on
I and burn MC's like Absolut with no chaser
Strong as chemical the with props
Past wreckin mics, I make the Earth like the 7th sign
My bring about a new aura
I'm sending a plague your town like God did Sodom and Gomorrah
The deepest, my vocals got you speechless
gangsta niggas wanna go home and talk to Jesus
No man alive figure we, beating rappers literally
X-3-D get up on three dimensional trilogy
Got no love for foes, no respect for hoes
said, X-3-D blowing up, case closed