Luyện nghe bài hát Check It Ooout

When it's for me to recline
I listen to rhymes and beats in the of the spine,
to the
relievin' & anguish
the stangest arrays make me and make my day brighta
the hip hop envia.
write arrive a soona
check the on my Pumas
my attitude is
cause in my mind I'm sayin' a fool I don't like
I won't strike his ass in the
I'm blastin' the bass in my
a fool don't to get his head flown
why waste with rhymes?
I get to the point
like I HATE funk's in the joint
the hip hop is
sprintin' in to men
threaten me
or you be able to see
when I gouge ya out
I despise
on your
like I won't you in your heart
my flow is
serious,
my is,
"Phuck me & get your ass kicked."
And that's the key to me
and if cool then the foot is what you'll be brandin', B
yeah...

"Check It ooooout!" (Repeat)
I love to a rhyme
first of all I'm seein' if my man can keep the
if he go off beat, and on purpose
he gotta come back on the
or the is worthless
I like ot hear a flow
but if it's to another, he a fool for it
ya build,
upon
and all that copy that most popular rapper can get killed
I like a nigga who is quick
cause it make me feel like I do, when I come from where my splitted
and I admit it, a joy
I hear a nigga avoid the wack and make 'em paranoid
I niggas who talk shit
cause that's my
I got for anyone who starts shit
cause I'm
with a
a jail sentence, after I beat you
I like niggas when add rhymes, mad rhymes
then I laugh at niggas who off and had rhymes
just some descriptions of I like to listen to
with my Bruce Banner scanner of view... ('Pe-urnnnn')

Now I'm bout to a bitch
she my eyebrows twitch
cause rich
yeah, real
she makes some
for puttin' other niggas
you nuthin' but a
you write
and you're not
you fail to the dopeness
cause you no insight
you to quit
you ain't
you need to get a lesson, in hip hop
and you're in my list to jack
a fact not fiction
bitch, ya bitchin'
you write
I'ma rip ya skull
cause ya
not
put ya brain in orbit
cause I'm
thinkin' a new to kill ya
and yo,
I ya
ya too
and ain't got a bit a
just it fool
we get rid of you
a rolling gathers no moss
and now who will pay the
and get lost
hit the dirt, you get hurt
I eat stupid bitches like you and a rhyme for
I bet you get no dick
you me so sick
so my is loaded...