Luyện nghe bài hát D&D Soundclash

Feel this, feel
in the house
Brooklyn's in the

S-T, teacher, read you like a preacher
Seat you down, make you pay attention to my ether
My aura illuminates, removin' the who lay awake
to hate but we still elevate

Massagin' the brain, utilize the contained
Through the knowledge of my circumference and how to
nights I walk with the understanding, build cypher
Like Charles Bronson, vigilante ready to ya

Ignite the marijuana, roll a from Havana
Tony Santana, smokin' in the Coco
Or in the sauna, doing my Calisthenics
Universal metrics, reversin' the hex, cursin' the

Accepting my blessings, my lessons
Take my suggestions
When he told me my smith and Wesson
For protection, the streets is and they testin'
They know when you're frontin' and when you're

not where you be or how you be
Or who you be or you got
Unique sounds, is hot
We comin' through, we waves in this rap shit
Now how you be, now who you be and you be?

You wanna get the brothers, that's the illest
The microphone have sex with my
Hit off, first move is doggy style
No premature ejaculation, last for a

Flippin' and turnin' and splittin' it, all positions
Grabbin' and tuggin' and it, all type of missions
Crazy, nah, I'm not type of brother
My verses, when out in the streets, they carry rubbers

I heard you're drippin', your rap style got
Exploitations of nations, look at this, here, yo
days around the clock ass all in the videos
I know you like it, I do too, the cheese, yo

But this is hip hop, stop it, go make a
Not player hatin', on the mic I'm player
Nobody it, whole eons change to Zeniths
I bounce styles that's sexual, I'm intellectual

Thoughts transverse to physical, I keep it
I got the motts, you the dutch, I got the hydro
I just sit on tracks and let it flow

Feel this, feel
Brooklyn's in the
in the house

I give you agony, agony, agony, you wanna rump me?
Constantly, constantly, rollin' a phonta leaf
You know it's beef when you gettin' losin' teeth
Because you sweet and ain't got no to the street

You'se the type to get shot and go to the cops
Come to court every day, sure a nigga get locked
But I thought you had that big glock that you a whole lot
Then why my nigga's sittin' up in that cell block?

I'm tellin' ya, ock, the world is a for snid-akes
who hid-ate, do anything to get the pid-apes
Love to see me down and out, blood in my
Steez all sweated out, up in my house

Can I live and still give, take my on sprees?
Twistin out out of custom drop-top v's?
You know the pedigrees, always stay blowin' the
When B.G.S. is the squad, the dice on the six

Nuff of dem in di valley of dry bones
Dem ah dem seven seas, dem, ah, throw stick and stone
M-mh, dey gonna melt like snow
Da minute di countdown say dis ah di showdown

Well, ah said dem ah star, dem love car
Dem at war and a blur, dem nah reach far
But nuff ah dem ah bafoon, dem ah
Cartoon, dem nah put out no conscious

warn dem, if dem nah listen, so we scorn dem
We gonna steer far dem
I know that we are kings and we nice things
But we not out fi no diamond ring

Yo, I got da in ah mi mind
So any part mi come, mi ah go shine
me, we don't fear nothin
So don't up yourself like you are gon' do me somethin'

Mi turn dem off like mi of mi light
Jah control di part of mi life