Luyện nghe bài hát Check It Ooout

When time for me to recline
I to rhymes and beats in the waves of the spine,
to the
relievin' pain &
the stangest arrays me sway and make my day brighta
the hip hop envia.
write a little soona
the soles on my Pumas
my attitude is
cause in my mind I'm sayin' here's a I don't like
I won't his ass in the face
I'm blastin' the bass in my
a fool don't have to get his 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
don't me
or you won't be to see
when I gouge ya out
I despise
on part
like I stab you in your heart
my flow is
serious,
my is,
"Phuck with me & get ass kicked."
And that's the key to me
and if they cool then the foot is what be brandin', B
yeah...

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

Now I'm bout to clown a
she my eyebrows twitch
she's rich
yeah, funny
she some money
for puttin' other niggas
you but a clown
you write
and not bright
you fail to notice the
cause you have no
you need to
you ain't
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 write
I'ma rip apart ya
ya dull
not
put ya brain in orbit
cause I'm
thinkin' a new to kill ya
and yo,
I ya
ya too
and got a bit a pull
just it fool
we get rid of you
a rolling gathers no moss
and now who pay the cost
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...