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
relievin' pain &
the stangest arrays make me sway and my day brighta
the hip hop envia.
write arrive a little
check the soles on my
my is miserable
cause in my I'm sayin' here's a fool I don't like
I won't his ass in the face
I'm blastin' the bass in my
a fool don't to get his head flown
why waste time with
I get straight to the
like I when funk's in the joint
the hip hop is
sprintin' in to men
don't me
or you won't be to see
when I ya eyes out
I doubt
on your
like I stab you in your heart
my is drastic
serious,
my is,
"Phuck me & get your ass kicked."
And the key to understandin' me
and if they cool then the foot is what be brandin', B
yeah...

"Check It ooooout!" (Repeat)
I love to a rhyme
first of all I'm seein' if my man can the time
if he go off beat, and on purpose
he come back on the beat
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 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 loves niggas who talk
that's my department
I got somethin' for anyone who starts
cause I'm
a sentence
a jail sentence, after I beat you
I niggas when they add rhymes, mad rhymes
then I laugh at niggas who fell off and had
some descriptions of what I like to listen to
with my Bruce Banner scanner of view... ('Pe-urnnnn')

Now I'm to clown a bitch
she my eyebrows twitch
she's rich
yeah, real
she some money
for puttin' niggas down
you but a clown
you write
and you're not
you fail to the dopeness
cause you no insight
you need to
you ain't
you need to get a lesson, in hip hop
and next in my list to jack
it's a fact not
bitch, ya bitchin'
you articles
rip apart ya skull
cause ya
not
I'ma put ya 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 pay the cost
and afterwards get
hit the dirt, before you get
I eat bitches like you and a rhyme for dessert
I bet you never get no
you make me so
so my is loaded...