Luyện nghe bài hát Check It Ooout

When time for me to recline
I listen to rhymes and beats in the of the spine,
to the
pain & anguish
the stangest arrays make me sway and make my day
the hip hop envia.
write arrive a little
check the on my Pumas
my is miserable
in my mind I'm sayin' here's a fool I don't like
I won't strike his ass in the
I'm the bass in my headphones
a fool don't have to get his head
why waste time with
I get to the point
like I HATE when in the joint
the hip hop is
in to spray men
don't me
or you won't be to see
when I gouge ya out
I despise
on part
like I won't stab you in your
my is drastic
serious,
my is,
"Phuck me & get your ass kicked."
And the key to understandin' me
and if cool then the foot is what you'll be brandin', B
yeah...

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

Now I'm bout to clown a
she made my twitch
cause she's
yeah, real
she makes money
for puttin' niggas down
you nuthin' but a
you can't
and you're not
you to notice the dopeness
you have no insight
you to quit
you shit
you to get a lesson, in hip hop detection
and you're next in my to jack
a fact not fiction
bitch, stop ya
you articles
rip apart ya skull
cause ya
not
put ya brain in orbit
cause I'm
a new ways to kill ya
and yo,
I ya
ya too
and ain't got a bit a
just admit it
we get rid of you
a rolling stone no moss
and now who will pay the
and afterwards get
hit the dirt, you get hurt
I eat stupid bitches you and a rhyme for dessert
I bet you get no dick
you me so sick
so my is loaded...