Luyện nghe bài hát Come On Down

{Look man! botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now,
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm
Word up I got to do you test tube 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 voice of yours 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
those who go for broke, and merk 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 who weren't
Pressed, to confess lies over hot
To to all who wanna hear some
(Young Guns these days got eardrums)

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

At the same time, I want respect and
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 to Diddy, just settin' it straight
Instead of zig-zaggin', got a degree in
My daughter says I'm a teen, like a teen
My pants saggin' and I walk with a bop
The sex of my time, I walked from my pop
No longer on and was never on loud
But cooked rhymes that make the chefs of Wu
I'm top cloud to on your show
And still goes when it comes to hoes because

(C'mon)
New
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L A
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C'mon

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Long
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V A
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Make you shake like, sunshine, naked shoe was mine
Had bottom inner and used to hit it from the mids
Fix your playground or
Some kids'll stomp in your sandbox
Swollen hands back
No knives, no drama, no
No disrespectin' your seed of Ma
I puke and you laugh, take a sniff
Of these fricaseed raps on riffs
See last night's change was doe money
No time for your freestyles so roll
No more albums with two joints
No more ballplayin' rappers who ya two points
(No G, 'cause I'm sick of your hip-hop!)

Your flows bore like seashores no bitches
niggaz will receive no pitches
No diamonds on the field, keep the game real
Simple, see the God healthy
Wealth in the mind is money in the bank
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

Ain't really pimpin', I'm tryin' to the bus
The Krush Groove got shit on Cold Crush
We dolly babies 'cause we shootin' cats
'Back to the future' rap Doc Brown shotgunnin' it
And pantyhose whole style and start runnin' it
You dudes fiddle we stay on the cello
The mush in your son, we stay portobello
Can't settle for the same white fence
I got dreams of wire in front of factories pa
push the truck with the factories pa
I'm bound to wreck the whip and turn insurance out, 'em shout

D C
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U K
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C'mon

New
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Rock
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Yeah right! Flava Flav, with De La Soul
Act bold, and we knock you up in the hole
You know I'm sayin' six feet deep
the way that we keep, rollin'
You know what I'm sayin' tech sensation in the nation
Ready to 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 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 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 only one in the
is gonna do it for years and years man
It's like, you know, how you say
That I went out at the top of the
The top of the game niggas, is the one producing
Through out their