Luyện nghe bài hát Checkmate

Fuck joints
I incinerators at rappers that talk garbage
about the Ak, they don't know me a tree in the forest
My name's not summer so I sweat it
Most y'all niggaz know I cut ya like cheese cheddared
I been around the world like Lisa Stansfield bus
Tearin up from here to West Bubblefuck
So don't front like you don't what my name is
Before I start diving up in that ass Greg Louganis
not my number one AMOS
You my style and squeeze your lips
probably you see your life stopped, you're freakin FAMOUS
I dare another try to TAME THIS
I hit you in the
Once y'all for the damn A-LIST
still, this ain't the boy
sex-appeal it's Ak, a.k.a. the real deal
I punk rappers stutter, y-yoyoy-yoyoy-yoyo
I bring out the Das EFX in a
I livin larger a mansion, you hear me?
You fear me, you're just a Little House on the
Leave Hurricane Ak come blowin in
All you motherfuckers to breeze like the wind
the news forecast
I place a con niggaz'll stick ya on your
If you're in the ass
Close your eyes, and concentrate time to recognize
The Ak keep brothers on

Check over there, and then over here
Just lend me your ear, listen

Nigga you just can't me
Child abusers walk around, knowin they just can't me
So don't try to take the belt
Aiyyo ain't April 1st so don't dare fool yourself
It don't get no liver, I'm hittin than a chastiser
I flip rhymes saliva, poundin on your BRAIN
With the sick I'm SAYING
I got more GAME than a on a TRAIN
Huh, it's rare if I catch props
I'm the Ak I tear that ass out the frame like a box
You know the if you ain't ruff
Stay on the hush and get played like Sunday school
and get scuffed, I put heads to bed like
Sing your rap
now you're good as dead
Hit the deck, once I round it off a Tec
I play you like a of chess and keep your ass in check

Check all around, and then check for clowns
Check the fuckin real sound, down

In English, MC's can't
Similar to a car crash, I got rap in a
you wanna get loose and hang out
Remember I done turned enough troops into The Boy Scout
Think last? Then come try
Otherwise make like a librarian and keep ass quiet
I'm out to catch the cup
All you number one contenders just got knocked to the up
What nigga what? I'm blowin up the with dynamite
by the Ak
Airports amazed to me
Shit 'cause I fly so much heads yah have my own travel
Rap's are fat like SUMO, like JUDO
I won't get abused like numbers, I'm
I got the art down pat, the courderoy
this bad boy to start to slack
how "I could just kill a maaaan"
I'm and puttin brothers out with these Edward Niggahands
Ten fingers of death, micraphones
Holdin my own, rhymes up like grindstones
Rippin up
a mess on stage out of comedian rappers like Gallagher
My mind is filthier a HAMPER
Dirty like a
On top of that I've been more shit than PAMPERS
Fake is what I
But the Great, don't know me from a can of paint
Listen to how the vibrate
You relate, I got your whole brain on checkmate

Rob Swift is his name, with Akineyle in the
You're to maintain, as we aim for your brain
as we aim for your (3x)