Luyện nghe bài hát Concentration

Yea yea yea yea, oh yea
It's the late hype mack b dog in the house
Chillin, a big ol pimp
about now, at 3:01 in the morning
Everything else on is pretty faulty and repetitive
So if you're goin your radio
When you get down to that, you know, far left hand
Keep it to mack b dog, 'cause you know
I'm it extra extra funky
Know I'm sayin?

Concentration, is the name
the rhythm
Or you will be out the

We bust shots like lugers
On
we activate the ill-style shooters

So [wassup? ]
Let lyrics heat-seek [all right]
And yo, get on the mic and fuck the technique [here we go now]

what we've got
Akil, lateef and mark 7 the presences
J 5
Zakir, gab, born natural as the elements
I down and customize
My lyrics to
And the young, dumb, deaf, and blind
And drop a seed in they minds, so can open their eyes
Realize and recognize we livin in the times

I pull a of shining light out of the glorious fate
Create the lyric arsenals verbal warriors make
Escape hell
vibes carry me to heavenly states
Inevitably steadily

Yea, I represent the mc
Even though I move around I'm down with mc's
Now for pound I go the round
I is down, as you see (? ? ? )
I'm the group, jayou, the j 5 mc's, yea

Oh god, so re-al, and then ya, it's ser-i-al
Flowin, like soy milk, over sweetened
Y'all melt, like toys built from cheap
yourself, it ain't about the here and now

I it def for 6
my way up out an orphanage
Assertive it, poetic scripts murderous
The earth shaker, I a nigga out his windbreaker
The verbalier, fly commentator

Yo, now if you stumble on a
To listen to the that you got to have
With lyrics that be perfectly
All the way the bay to l.a.
tryin to give you all different points of view
To you our poetic words that we use
From the mc's that bound to choose
All the way the bay to l.a.

Look what got
Akil, born, zakir, gift of gab
Lateef, 7, chali, cut chemist, nu-mark
Xl, and

The rhyme that mastered the ceremony
So passengers fasten up these average cats'll never up

Yeah I hot dog the ball behind the yes yes
Fuck hanging on the shore to ball ? ? ? ?

No, I don't jitterbug with lyrically idiotic
They and bug the shit out of me eat em up for dinner so

We imburse to disperse, wish your last was your bit
Consume the whole and you wonder where the earth went

So I the risk
Spit like a journalist
And it in unofficial mic tournaments

I'll play off night watchin trife we might utilize
The mic as a for the eyes on the prize (? ? ? )
So try to conduct yourself in a manner that's
Ain't that right right, true, right right
em why

We bust like german lugers
On
Violate we activate the ill-style
J 5 quannum it live
Orth with the south, civil war the rhymes
We bust like german lugers
On
Violate we activate the shooters
J 5 quannum it live
North with the south crews flatline