Luyện nghe bài hát Come On Down

{Look man! You're me G
I got shit to do right now,
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
Island, is now back on the map
Good rap music, is now on the map
Yo check one two, this is the of yours 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 and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but right in my
N Y for me, to be the best
The current, the ones who
Pressed, to confess lies hot joints
To sell to all who hear some
(Young Guns these days got eardrums)

They don't give a shit hot
long as you're not, pussy and be the would-be king
But once crowned, the same pull you down
(And what the world go 'round)
And I be the world renowned why
Wonderin' why you can't me?
Is it because I'm the Jackson?
And y'all just and Randys? Yes it is
the kid who hold his own head and expect to last

At the same time, I want respect and
And a few paragraphs in them
Tellin' you how us native tongues hits with no hooks
Rapped in prefixes, gave birth to rap remixes back in '88
No disrespect to Diddy, just it straight
of zig-zaggin', got a degree in raggin'
My daughter says I'm a teen, like a teen
My pants saggin' and I walk 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 cloud to rain on show
And still anything goes when it comes to hoes

(C'mon)
New
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L A
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Long
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V A
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Make you shake like, sunshine, naked shoe was once
Had bottom drawers and used to hit it from the mids
Fix your playground or
Some kids'll come in your sandbox
Swollen hands back
No knives, no drama, no
No your seed of Ma Dukes
I rhyme and you laugh, take a sniff
Of these fricaseed raps on Carribean
See last night's change was doe money
No time for your so roll money
No more whack with two joints
No ballplayin' rappers who shoot ya two points
(No more G, I'm sick of your hip-hop!)

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

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

D C
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U K
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C'mon

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

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