Luyện nghe bài hát Concentration

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

Concentration, is the name
Keep the
Or you be out the game

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

So [wassup? ]
Let your lyrics [all right]
And yo, get on the mic and fuck the microphone [here we go now]

Look what got
Akil, lateef and mark 7 the presences
J 5
Zakir, gab, lyrics born natural as the
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 eyes
Realize and we livin in the last times

I pull a spark of shining out of the glorious fate
Create the lyric arsenals that verbal warriors
hell temporarily
Merrily vibes carry me to heavenly
Inevitably steadily

Yea, I the underground mc
though I move around I'm still down with mc's
Now pound for pound I go the
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
melt, like toys built from cheap material
Reevaluate yourself, it ain't about the and now

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

Yo, now if you stumble on a
To to the flavas that you got to have
With lyrics that be perfectly
All the way the bay to l.a.
We're tryin to give you all different points of
To show you our poetic words we use
From the mc's that you're bound to
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 mastered the
So passengers fasten up these average never catch up

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

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

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

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

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

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