Luyện nghe bài hát Concentration

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

Concentration, concentration is the
the rhythm
Or you be out the game

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

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

Look what got
Akil, lateef and mark 7 the presences
J 5
Zakir, gab, born natural as the elements
I jump down and
My to synchronize
And educate the young, dumb, deaf, and
And drop a seed in they minds, so can open their eyes
Realize and recognize we in the last times

I pull a spark of shining light out of the glorious
Create the lyric that verbal warriors make
Escape hell
Merrily carry me to heavenly states
Inevitably steadily

Yea, I represent the 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, it's so re-al, and then ya, ser-i-al
Flowin, like soy milk, sweetened cer-e-al
Y'all melt, like toys built from cheap
Reevaluate yourself, it ain't about the and now

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

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

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

The rhyme ambassador mastered the ceremony
So fasten up these average cats'll never catch up

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

No, I don't jitterbug with lyrically litterbugs
shit 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 room and you wonder where the earth

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

I'll play off night trife 'cause 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 right, true, right
em why

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