Luyện nghe bài hát Come On Down

{Look man! botherin' 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 tube 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 of yours truly the Flava Flav
And I want y'all to know, we ain't goin' nowhere
Old school is to stay boy

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

don't give a shit who's hot
Just long as you're not, pussy and be the would-be
But once crowned, the wanna pull you down
(And what makes the go 'round)
And I be the renowned wonder why
Wonderin' why you can't me?
Is it because I'm the main
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 respect and cash
And a few paragraphs in them
Tellin' you how us native made hits with no hooks
Rapped in every prefixes, gave birth to rap remixes in '88
No disrespect to Diddy, just settin' it
Instead of zig-zaggin', got a in raggin'
My daughter says I'm a teen, 'cause like a
My pants saggin' and I walk with a bop
The sex part of my time, I walked my pop
No longer on timey and was on loud
But cooked rhymes that make the chefs of Wu
I'm top to rain on your show
And still goes when it comes to hoes because

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Long
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Make you shake like, sunshine, naked was once mine
Had bottom inner drawers and to hit it from the mids
Fix playground 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 last night's change was 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 of your hip-hop!)

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

Ain't pimpin', I'm tryin' to catch the bus
The Krush Groove ain't got shit on Cold
We dolly dolly babies 'cause we shootin'
to the future' rap with Doc Brown shotgunnin' it
And pantyhose whole style and start runnin' it
You dudes fiddle we stay on the cello
The mush in room son, we stay portobello
Can't settle for the same picket white
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 insurance out, make 'em shout

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that's right! Flava 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 that we keep,
You know what I'm sayin' tech sensation in the nation
Ready to take it to Penn station, you know I'm sayin'
Yeah, ah ha ha ha
Long Island one is, where we is man
De la soul, you it again
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 it's simple, just be the best, you know I'm sayin'?
To be the best, the first, the only one in the
That's is gonna do it for years and man
like, you know, how you gonna say
That I went out at the top of the
The top of the game niggas, is the one that's
Through out their