Luyện nghe bài hát Case Closed

Amazing grace how 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 we're now with dope sounds now here we go now
Check the while I be puffin the potent
Blow spots and urban networks with other
Plus this between my ear thinks clear
And the only thing it is the man upstairs
So your bulletproof gear
If I to get your ass you better believe it's more than a blast
(boo-ya) More like rough paragraphs out
And ash, your staff, let the our your ass
Everybody's hustling sons toting guns
Where Reggie Noble's from we stick nuns that got
Bomb niggas like did in Oklahoma
Freez, you're froze, Def UHH, case closed

I be the, sneaky, second dimension, seeping your 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 style structure
Simonizing MC's with the degree of street
Aiyyo who got I split precise, spleen splitter
Return my physical presence to the borough of the hard
I devour, night sun shower, last hour, weak man's last power
Body, the six four shotty
The one you handle, second dimension vandal
Lacerating retina for tryin to see this
As I'm flowin through the prism of the
See at forty belows I freak flows that your nose
When you the verbal blows, case closed

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

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