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 tube

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 one two, this is the voice of yours truly the Flava Flav
And I just want y'all to know, we ain't goin'
Old school is here to boy

On the outskirts, of what
Live those who go for broke, and to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the
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 over hot joints
To sell to all who wanna hear
(Young Guns these days got eardrums)

don't give a shit who's hot
Just long as you're not, and be the would-be king
But once crowned, the same wanna you down
(And makes the world go 'round)
And I be the world renowned why
why you can't stand me?
Is it I'm the main Jackson?
And y'all just Titos and Yes it is
the kid who hold his own head and expect to last

At the same time, I want and cash
And a few paragraphs in books
Tellin' you how us native made hits with no hooks
Rapped in every prefixes, gave birth to rap back in '88
No disrespect to Diddy, settin' it straight
Instead of zig-zaggin', got a in raggin'
My daughter I'm a teen, 'cause 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 on loud
But cooked rhymes that the chefs of Wu proud
I'm top cloud to rain on show
And still anything goes when it 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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you shake like, sunshine, naked shoe was once mine
Had inner drawers and used to hit it from the mids
Fix your playground or
Some come stomp in your sandbox
hands cocked 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 was today's doe money
No for your freestyles so roll money
No whack albums with two joints
No more rappers who shoot ya two points
(No more G, 'cause I'm sick of hip-hop!)

Your flows bore like with no bitches
Switchhittin' niggaz will no pitches
No diamonds on the field, just keep the game
Simple, see the God flows
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, come and to see us pimp strut

Ain't really pimpin', I'm tryin' to the bus
The Groove ain't got shit on Cold Crush
We dolly dolly babies we shootin' cats
to the future' rap with Doc Brown shotgunnin' it
And pantyhose your whole and start runnin' it
You fiddle while we stay on the cello
The mush in your son, we stay portobello
Can't settle for the same white fence
I got of barbed wire in front of factories pa
Still the truck with the factories pa
I'm bound to wreck the whip and insurance 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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Yeah that's right! Flava Flav, with De La
Act bold, and we knock you straight up in the
You know what I'm six feet deep
the way that we keep, rollin'
You know what I'm sayin' operation tech in the nation
Ready to take it to Penn station, you what I'm sayin'
Yeah, ah ha ha ha
Island one is, that's where we is man
De la soul, you done it
De la soul, you done it
De la soul, you it again
Flava Flav, de la soul, you done it

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