Luyện nghe bài hát Check It Ooout

When it's for me to recline
I to rhymes and beats in the waves of the spine,
to the
relievin' pain &
the stangest make me sway and make my day brighta
the hip hop envia.
write a little soona
check the on my Pumas
my is miserable
cause in my mind I'm sayin' here's a fool I don't
I won't strike his ass in the
I'm blastin' the bass in my
a fool don't have to get his head
why waste time rhymes?
I get to the point
like I HATE 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 despise
on your
like I won't you in your heart
my flow is
serious,
my is,
"Phuck me & get your ass kicked."
And the key to understandin' me
and if they cool the foot is what you'll be brandin', B
yeah...

"Check It ooooout!" (Repeat)
I love to peep a
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 it's to another, he a fool for it
ya build,
skills
and all that copy most popular rapper shit can get killed
I like a nigga who is quick
cause it make me feel like I do, when I come from where my splitted
and I it, it's a joy
I hear a nigga avoid the wack and make 'em paranoid
I loves niggas who talk
cause that's my
I got somethin' for who starts shit
cause I'm
with a
a sentence, after I beat you senseless
I like when they add rhymes, mad rhymes
I laugh at niggas who fell off and had rhymes
just some descriptions of what I like to to
with my Bruce Banner point of view... ('Pe-urnnnn')

Now I'm to clown a bitch
she my eyebrows twitch
she's rich
yeah, funny
she some money
for puttin' niggas down
you but a clown
you can't
and you're not
you to notice the dopeness
cause you no insight
you to quit
you shit
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
I'ma put ya 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, before you get
I eat bitches like you and a rhyme for dessert
I bet you get no dick
you me so sick
so my is loaded...