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 on the flex

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

show your ass how to get amped, then lamp
Stretch, flex, then what's next
MC's, that luck up, need to hush up
Who brush up, on their rap style, shut the fuck up

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

Down in the ground, alone with no
While I'm up here chillin', top
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 try to get high-tech
(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 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 and make money stacks
By the truckload, now go for the gold

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

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

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

Capital S-L, crooked humpback fuck that
that, shit that's never wack
'Cause this out too all the niggaz that we rushin'
To the shit I'm bustin' over ruptured percussion

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

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

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

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