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 make me sway and make my day brighta
the hip hop envia.
write a little soona
check the soles on my
my attitude is
cause in my mind I'm sayin' here's a fool I don't
I won't strike his ass in the
I'm the bass in my headphones
a don't have to get his head flown
why waste time rhymes?
I get to the point
like I when funk's in the joint
the hip hop is
sprintin' in to men
threaten me
or you be able to see
I gouge ya eyes out
I doubt
on part
like I won't stab you in your
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 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 the time
if he go off beat, and it's on
he gotta come back on the
or the is worthless
I like ot hear a flow
but if identical 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 quick
cause it me feel like I do, when I come from where my dick splitted
and I it, it's a joy
when I hear a nigga avoid the wack and make 'em
I loves niggas who shit
cause my department
I got for anyone who starts shit
I'm relentless
with a
a jail sentence, I beat you senseless
I like niggas when add rhymes, mad rhymes
then I laugh at niggas who fell off and had
just some descriptions of what I like to to
with my Bruce Banner scanner of view... ('Pe-urnnnn')

Now I'm to clown a bitch
she my eyebrows twitch
cause rich
yeah, funny
she makes money
for puttin' niggas down
you but a clown
you can't
and you're not
you fail to notice the
you have no insight
you need to
you ain't
you need to get a lesson, in hip hop
and next in my list to jack
a fact not fiction
bitch, stop ya
you articles
I'ma rip apart ya
cause ya
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 afterwards get
hit the dirt, you get hurt
I eat stupid like you and a rhyme for dessert
I bet you get no dick
you me so sick
so my is loaded...