Luyện nghe bài hát Check It Ooout

When time for me to recline
I listen to rhymes and in the waves 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 soles on my
my attitude is
cause in my I'm sayin' here's a fool I don't like
I strike his ass in the face
I'm the bass in my headphones
a fool don't to get his head flown
why waste time with
I get straight to the
like I HATE when funk's in the
the hip hop is
sprintin' in to men
threaten me
or you won't be to see
I gouge ya eyes out
I doubt
on part
I won't stab you in your heart
my is drastic
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 a rhyme
of all I'm seein' if my man can keep the time
if he go off beat, and on purpose
he gotta back on the beat
or the effort is
I like ot hear a flow
but if identical to another, he a fool for it
ya build,
upon
and all that copy that most popular rapper shit can get
I like a who is quick 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 niggas who talk
cause that's my
I got somethin' for anyone who starts
cause I'm
with a
a sentence, after I beat you senseless
I like niggas when they add rhymes, mad
then I at niggas who fell off and had rhymes
just some descriptions of I like to listen to
with my Bruce scanner point of view... ('Pe-urnnnn')

Now I'm bout to a bitch
she made my eyebrows
cause she's
yeah, funny
she some money
for puttin' other niggas
you nuthin' but a
you can't
and not bright
you to notice the dopeness
cause you no insight
you to quit
you shit
you need to get a lesson, in hip hop
and you're next in my to jack
a fact not fiction
bitch, stop ya
you articles
rip apart ya skull
cause ya
not
I'ma put ya brain in
I'm morbid
thinkin' a new ways to ya
and yo,
I ya
ya too
and ain't got a bit a
admit it fool
we get rid of you
a stone gathers no moss
and now who pay the cost
and afterwards get
hit the dirt, before you get
I eat stupid bitches you and a rhyme for dessert
I bet you get no dick
you me so sick
so my is loaded...