Luyện nghe bài hát Damage

Peace, peace!
Dirty, ol bastard
The Genius!
The

grab the mic and now I damage you
Cut your whole stamina, here comes the examiner
One verse you're out for the count
Bring the ammonia sure he sniffs the right amount

Wake him up and then I ask him, "Why did he this?"
Competition to get an ass kickin' so
Boy you bother this
Leave me alone the son said, G or he'll be fatherless!

I got the asiatic flow with disco
Roll up on the scene the count of Monte Crisco
And MC's to vanish
I stepped up to a jet black kid, started speakin'

Yo he from Panama
I him how he get so dark, the nigga said, "Suntama"
He responded so fast, you me laugh
Ha ha ha haa, then I his ass

Kick the hundred strongest rhymes, I out the punk in him
Caught him a strong five deadly venom
Told him the Wu-Tang
the Shaolin slang, that'll crush the shit you bring

I watch your ass a big fall, why?
My main source is like a friendly of stick ball
And as you step up to bat mana dn I play the
You try to do me for a rhyme then I'll change to

Go out like Nazi, you'll be wishin your fuckin' ass
Home and yahtzee!
Or watchin' Days' sweatin' Poxie
Ralphie and Richie Cunningham, Joni and Chachi

Wu, who? Me wreck so I'm through
Like a ten and a foot, gettin' in a seven shoe
Now picture that a Minolta
Have your ass doin' some 'Night Fever' shit John Travolta

I strong I make knowledge born, I flip the script
And rock on from p.m. past the dawn
Pass the hammer you're down, niggaz grab my what, what
Can't understand it, the panaroma

A view of how I defeat you
Should of stepped to those fuckin' who tried to beat you
Yeah I bust that ass
You ran to Texas and back but forgot the chainsaw!

And want to perform a
Better be coming some motherfucking shit that's spectacular
Crush the person who did 'em, well you better
So I'm stepping to your raggedy ass

Put the pedal to the
You and your DJ your name to Ma and Pa Kettle
As I pass the bone, kicks your measure
not a Newport but it's still live with pleasure

C'mon don't be silly, just a bag of
Rolled up in a Philly
I used to write all the when I smoked
Grab the mic, then I kinda like went for

visually concepts strongest rhymes and biceps
Lyrically speakin', three to rhymes then choke
Some think they be harmin' this, claimin' they be bombin'
But they remains anonymous

I pull strings like Hendrix
Ride more that go backs to the days of Eddie Kendricks
I teach the to the youth, I say, "Hey youth
Here's the truth, better wearing bullet proof"
Arm with a shield
Before you get up just like the children in the cornfield