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 dialect's on the

this, when I shine I bring rain
Clouds, storms, yo, this 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, tackle what's next
'Cause MC's, that luck up, to hush up
Who can't brush up, on their rap style, the fuck up

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

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

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

And all you critics, put the brakes on the shit
I'm tired of this, and I'm tired of that
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 strap on seatbelt yo and let's go
And get down, to the sound that burns
'Cause I'm about to burn rubber on this
And any MC who claims his style is
wanna 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 dialect's on the

Check the flow, the flow, check the flow, yo
Check the flow, the flow, check 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 humpback that
Thump that, shit that's wack
'Cause goes out too all the niggaz that we rushin'
To the shit I'm bustin' over ruptured percussion

It my fault that I'm layin' niggaz down like asphalt
And your ass away like chalk, dust
Then crush your monkey-ass the side
wrecked dialect is causin' lyrical genocide

I stress facts like IRS 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 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 got defeated
By the two man team, the and the King, 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