Luyện nghe bài hát Concentration

Yea yea yea yea, oh yea
It's the night hype mack b dog in the house
Chillin, like a big ol
Right about now, at 3:01 in the
Everything else on is probably faulty and repetitive
So if you're goin through radio
When you get down to that, you know, far hand side
Keep it tuned to mack b dog, 'cause you
I'm it extra extra funky
what I'm sayin?

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

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

So lateef ]
Let your lyrics heat-seek [all
And yo, get on the mic and fuck the microphone technique [here we go

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

I pull a spark of light out of the glorious fate
Create the lyric arsenals verbal warriors make
Escape hell
Merrily vibes me to heavenly states
Inevitably rockin

Yea, I represent the mc
Even I move around I'm still 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 cer-e-al
Y'all melt, like toys from cheap material
yourself, it ain't about the here and now

I it def for 6
Blazed my way up out an
Assertive it, poetic blast murderous
The earth shaker, I crack a out his windbreaker
The verbalier, rhythmatic fly

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

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

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

Yeah I hot dog the ball the yes yes y'all
Fuck hanging on the shore to ball ? ? ? ?

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

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

So I reduce the
Spit words a journalist
And burnin it in unofficial mic

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

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