Luyện nghe bài hát Check The Flow

We got them, Sledge, ruff heads
(Check the flow)
King 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, this ain't the
I perform, I get you up out your seat
Get down with the real deal skills, chill

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Capital S-L, crooked humpback fuck that
Thump that, that's never wack
this goes 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 asphalt
And blow ass away like chalk, dust
Then crush your unto the side
'Cause wrecked dialect is lyrical genocide

I stress 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 up, when it goes up, my foe's butt

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

We got them, Sledge, [Unverified] 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