Luyện nghe bài hát Come On Down

{Look man! You're me G
I got to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know I'm sayin'?
Word up I got shit to do you test tube

Check one two, 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 voice of yours truly the Flava
And I just want y'all to know, we ain't nowhere
Old is here to stay boy

On the outskirts, of what
those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the
Not part of my ways, but stays in my
N Y for me, to be the best
The current, the who weren't
Pressed, to confess lies over hot
To sell to all who hear some
(Young Guns these got fireproof eardrums)

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

At the same time, I want and cash
And a few in them books
Tellin' you how us native tongues made hits no hooks
in every prefixes, gave birth to rap remixes back in '88
No disrespect to Diddy, settin' it straight
Instead of zig-zaggin', got a in raggin'
My daughter says I'm a teen, 'cause a teen
My pants always and I walk with a bop
The sex part of my time, I walked my pop
No longer on and was never on loud
But rhymes that make the chefs of Wu proud
I'm top to rain on your show
And anything goes when it comes to hoes because

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

Your flows bore 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
Exchange cash like thoughts in
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 Krush Groove got shit on Cold Crush
We dolly dolly babies we shootin' cats
'Back to the rap with Doc Brown shotgunnin' it
And pantyhose your whole style and runnin' it
You dudes fiddle while we on the cello
The in your room son, we stay portobello
Can't settle for the picket white fence
I got dreams of barbed wire in front of pa
Still push the truck the factories pa
I'm bound to wreck the whip and insurance out, make 'em shout

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Yeah that's right! Flav, with De La Soul
Act bold, and we knock you up in the hole
You know what I'm six feet deep
That's the way we keep, rollin'
You know what I'm operation tech sensation in the nation
Ready to it to Penn station, you know 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 done it
Flava Flav, de la soul, you done it

{Persue my strategy , 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 do it for years and years 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 producing
out their career}