Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Rock A Party

To the L, to the Y and the T to the E
So get ready cause I want everybody to say this me
Rock the house, the house, rock the house

Now I cold a party in a b-girl stance
I on the floor make the fellas wanna dance
I be the shit and it's all and if you understood

Would you stop scheming and trying to hard
I get my bodyguard, You get that scarred, I'm a veteran
Which that I've been in the game too long
Since the days of Paper Thin way back when been putting it
Down ask your homies who's the bitch on this side of
The M I C, I go for broke, Never giving it less the best
Lots of in the game at your request, You like the rhyme
Bite if you dare, I get the paper so I don't care, Fly me
The epitome of a real MC is supposed to be, Fucking you up
Every time I drop, Fuck a bullet baby, I done took your spot
I guide the best and I ride it well and if you take a
It ain't to tell that I

Now I cold rock a party in a b-girl
I rock on the floor the fellas wanna dance
I be the shit and it's all and if you understood

Back off me and let my skin breathe, Lyte is
It's hard to believe I shall prevail cause I'm to none
I'm claiming no set, Don't plan to get down
Just Brooklyn is where I'm from but I'm in Studio City
For the fun, if you don't just say you don't (nah!)
And don't wait for me to explain I won't
You see it's in my to be the best, West to East
See East to West, ready or not I have and I'm live
Showing an MC how to survive. Cause it's how I
Get you captured with my tactics, I got witnesses
That can back this ruffnecks from New to LA
Been with me since Poor George
It's '96 it's all about and prove and I'm about to
the ill type moves, I guide the best and ride it well
And if you take a look it ain't to tell that I

Now I cold rock a party in a b-girl
I on the floor make the fellas wanna dance
I be the and it's all good and if you understood

Get out my shit, Please let me be, I see why you KGB
Why you be all up on me like that, Trying to get over
a fat rat, but I understand I'm a woman in the land of hip-hop
And the shit don't stop, it on, on, on, on
You see the shit don't stop the break of dawn
And now who makes it liver than a hip-hop, scuba diver, with
A pina colada, kidada me up with Tommy now I gotta
Lot of gear from that I'd like to share (yeah right!)
But I'd rather do Kani, Don't ask why! 5001, my son gets done
All on the catwalk, What ever done for you
You betta get down with real crew, Cause I ride the beat
And I it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I

Now I rock a party in a b-girl stance
I rock on the floor make the fellas dance
I be the shit and it's all good and if you

To the L, to the Y, and the T, to the E
Rock the and rock the house