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
pain & anguish
the stangest make me sway and make my day brighta
the hip hop envia.
arrive a little soona
check the on my Pumas
my attitude is
cause in my mind I'm here's a fool I don't like
I strike his ass in the face
I'm blastin' the in my headphones
a fool have to get his head flown
why waste time with
I get to the point
like I when funk's in the joint
the hip hop is
in to spray men
don't me
or you won't be to see
when I gouge ya out
I despise
on your
like I stab you in your heart
my flow is
serious,
my is,
"Phuck with me & get 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 to peep a rhyme
first of all I'm if my man can keep the time
if he go off beat, and it's on
he gotta come on the beat
or the is worthless
I ot hear a cool flow
but if identical to another, he a fool for it
ya build,
upon
and all that copy that popular rapper shit can get killed
I like a who is quick witted
cause it make me feel like I do, when I from where my dick splitted
and I it, it's a joy
I hear a nigga avoid the wack and make 'em paranoid
I loves niggas who shit
that's my department
I got somethin' for anyone who starts
I'm relentless
with a
a sentence, after I beat you senseless
I like when they add rhymes, mad rhymes
then I laugh at niggas who off and had rhymes
just some descriptions of what I like to to
my Bruce Banner scanner point of view... ('Pe-urnnnn')

Now I'm to clown a bitch
she made my eyebrows
she's rich
yeah, funny
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 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
I'ma rip ya skull
cause ya
not
I'ma put ya in orbit
I'm morbid
thinkin' a new ways to ya
and yo,
I ya
ya too
and got a bit a pull
just it fool
we get rid of you
a stone gathers no moss
and now who will pay the
and get lost
hit the dirt, you get hurt
I eat stupid like you and a rhyme for dessert
I bet you never get no
you me so sick
so my is loaded...