Luyện nghe bài hát Check The Flow

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

this, when I shine I bring rain
Clouds, bust storms, yo, this the norm
When I perform, I get you up out seat
Get down with the real skills, then chill

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

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

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

We got them, Sledge, [Unverified] heads
(Check the flow)
King on the set
(Check the flow)
niggaz try to get high-tech
(Check the flow)
The on the flex

Smash, here comes the one that trash
To garbage MC's, who try to me
And my crew, the ill ville animal
Backbreakers, government
Bounce to this if you think you know the

And all you gassed-up critics, put the brakes on the
'Cause I'm tired of this, and I'm tired of
Motherfuckers sayin' King shit was wack
But in fact, my rhymes crack backs and money stacks
By the truckload, now let's go for the

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

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

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

Capital S-L, crooked letter fuck that
Thump that, that's never wack
this goes out too all the niggaz that we rushin'
To hear the shit I'm over ruptured percussion

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

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

Hey back-steps, even you can get hit
I'm crankier than a bitch on the shit
get heated cause they just 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)
niggaz try to get high-tech
(Check the flow)
The on the flex