Luyện nghe bài hát Check The Flow

We got them, Sledge, [Unverified] ruff
(Check the flow)
Tee's on the set
(Check the flow)
When niggaz try to get
(Check the flow)
The on the flex

Watch this, when I I bring rain
Clouds, bust storms, yo, ain't the norm
I perform, I get you up out your seat
Get down the real deal skills, then chill

Then show ass how to get amped, then lamp
Stretch, flex, then tackle what's
MC's, that luck up, need to hush up
Who can't brush up, on their rap style, the fuck up

Then duck from the one gets buck-wild
I chop ass in half, with a smile
Big grin, all teeth, for those who got
with me ock, you're six feet deep

Down in the ground, with no sound
While I'm up chillin', top billin'
And illin' on all who oppose
I wanna take one more shot, a pose, uh

We got them, Sledge, [Unverified] heads
(Check the flow)
Tee's on the set
(Check the flow)
When niggaz try to get
(Check the flow)
The on the flex

Smash, here comes the one that talks
To MC's, who try to diss me
And my crew, the ill ville cannibal
Backbreakers, amputators
to this if you think you know the hits

And all you critics, put the brakes on the shit
'Cause I'm of this, and I'm tired of that
Motherfuckers King Tee's shit was wack
But in fact, my crack backs and make money stacks
By the truckload, now go for the gold

So strap on seatbelt yo and let's go
And get down, to the sound that quick
'Cause I'm about to burn on this number
And any MC who claims his is legit
wanna try me?
(I not why Tee)
I light that ass up like the 4th of G, uh

We got them, Sledge, [Unverified] ruff
(Check the flow)
Tee's on the set
(Check the flow)
When niggaz try to get
(Check the flow)
The on the flex

Check the flow, check the flow, the flow, yo
Check the flow, the flow, check the flow, yo
the flow, check the flow, check the flow, yo
Check the flow, the flow, check the flow

Capital S-L, letter humpback fuck that
Thump that, shit never wack
'Cause goes out too all the niggaz that we rushin'
To hear the shit I'm bustin' ruptured percussion

It ain't my fault that I'm layin' niggaz down like
And your ass away like chalk, dust
Then your monkey-ass unto the side
'Cause dialect is causin' lyrical genocide

I facts like IRS wants tax
From anyone claimin' that they're livin', of fat
You see, I could get sick in the thick of
I turn my toes up, when it goes up, my foe's

Hey nigga back-steps, you can get hit
I'm more crankier than a on the shit
Niggaz get heated cause they got defeated
By the two man team, the and the King, uh

We got them, Sledge, [Unverified] ruff
(Check the flow)
King on the set
(Check the flow)
When try to get high-tech
(Check the flow)
The dialect's on the