Luyện nghe bài hát Come On Down

{Look man! botherin' me G
I got shit to do now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you what I'm sayin'?
Word up I got shit to do you test baby}

one two, check one two
De La Soul, is now on the map
Long Island, is now on the map
rap music, is now back on the map
Yo check one two, this is the voice of truly the Flava Flav
And I just want y'all to know, we ain't nowhere
Old school is to stay boy

On the outskirts, of works
Live those who go for broke, and to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the
Not part of my ways, but stays in my
N Y mentality for me, to be the
The current, the ones who
Pressed, to confess over hot joints
To sell to all who hear some
(Young Guns these days got eardrums)

They give a shit who's hot
Just as you're not, pussy and be the would-be king
But once crowned, the wanna pull you down
(And what the world go 'round)
And I be the world wonder why
Wonderin' why you stand me?
Is it because I'm the Jackson?
And y'all just Titos and Yes it is
Bless the kid who hold his own head and to last

At the time, I want respect and cash
And a few paragraphs in books
Tellin' you how us tongues made hits with no hooks
Rapped in prefixes, gave birth to rap remixes back in '88
No disrespect to Diddy, settin' it straight
Instead of zig-zaggin', got a degree in
My daughter says I'm a teen, like a teen
My pants always saggin' and I with a bop
The sex part of my time, I from my pop
No longer on timey and was never on
But cooked rhymes make the chefs of Wu proud
I'm top to rain on your show
And still anything goes it comes to hoes because

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New
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L A
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Long
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down

V A
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C'mon

you shake like, sunshine, naked shoe was once mine
Had bottom inner drawers and used to hit it the mids
Fix your player or
kids'll come stomp in your sandbox
Swollen hands back
No knives, no drama, no
No disrespectin' seed of Ma Dukes
I puke rhyme and you laugh, take a
Of fricaseed raps on Carribean riffs
See night's change was today's doe money
No time for your freestyles so money
No more whack with two joints
No more rappers who shoot ya two points
(No more G, I'm sick of your hip-hop!)

Your flows bore like seashores with no
Switchhittin' niggaz will receive no
No diamonds on the field, just keep the game
Simple, see the God healthy
Wealth in the mind is money in the bank
Exchange like thoughts in conversation
you for your purchases, we doe out
And roll out the Kool-Aid, and crop to see us pimp strut

really pimpin', I'm tryin' to catch the bus
The Krush Groove ain't got shit on Cold
We dolly babies 'cause we shootin' cats
to the future' rap with Doc Brown shotgunnin' it
And pantyhose your whole style and start it
You dudes fiddle while we on the cello
The mush in your room son, we stay
Can't settle for the picket white fence
I got dreams of barbed wire in of factories pa
Still the truck with the factories pa
I'm bound to wreck the whip and turn out, make 'em shout

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U K
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C'mon

New
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Little
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that's right! Flava Flav, with De La Soul
Act bold, and we knock you straight up in the
You know I'm sayin' six feet deep
the way that we keep, rollin'
You know what I'm operation tech sensation in the nation
Ready to take it to Penn station, you know what I'm
Yeah, ah ha ha ha
Island one is, that's where we is man
De la soul, you done it
De la soul, you it again
De la soul, you done it
Flav, de la soul, you done it again

{Persue my strategy , when it comes to my work ethic
I mean simple, just be the best, you know what I'm sayin'?
To be the best, the first, the one in the game
That's is do it for years and years man
It's like, you know, how you say
That I out at the top of the game?
The top of the game niggas, is the one producing
out their career}