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' & anguish
the arrays make me sway and make my day brighta
the hip hop envia.
write arrive a little
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 in my headphones
a fool have to get his head flown
why waste with rhymes?
I get straight to the
like I HATE when funk's in the
the hip hop is
in to spray men
don't me
or you won't be to see
when I ya eyes out
I doubt
on your
like I won't 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 you'll 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 cool
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 a nigga who is quick witted
cause it make me feel I do, when I come 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 who starts shit
I'm relentless
with a
a jail sentence, I beat you senseless
I like niggas they add rhymes, mad rhymes
then I laugh at niggas who fell off and had
just some descriptions of I like to listen to
with my Bruce Banner scanner of view... ('Pe-urnnnn')

Now I'm bout to clown a
she my eyebrows twitch
cause rich
yeah, real
she makes some
for other niggas down
you but a clown
you write
and not bright
you to notice the dopeness
cause you no insight
you to quit
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, ya bitchin'
you write
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
just admit it
we get rid of you
a rolling stone gathers no
and now who pay the cost
and afterwards get
hit the dirt, you get hurt
I eat bitches like you and a rhyme for dessert
I bet you get no dick
you make me so
so my is loaded...