Luyện nghe bài hát Damage

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

I'll grab the mic and now I you
Cut your whole stamina, here comes the medical
One verse then out for the count
the ammonia make sure he sniffs the right amount

Wake him up and then I ask him, "Why did he this?"
Competition to get an ass so tremendous
Boy you shouldn't bother
me alone like the son said, G or he'll be fatherless!

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

Yo he wasn't from
I him how he get so dark, the nigga said, "Suntama"
He so fast, you made me laugh
Ha ha ha haa, I scared his ass

the hundred strongest rhymes, I brought out the punk in him
Caught him with a strong five deadly
Told him enter the
Witness the Shaolin slang, that'll crush the shit you

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

Go out like Nazi, you'll be wishin your ass stayed
and played yahtzee!
Or 'Happy Days' sweatin' Poxie
With Ralphie and Richie Cunningham, Joni and

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

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

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

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

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

don't be silly, just a bag of sensimilli
Rolled up in a Motown
I used to write all the when I smoked
Grab the mic, then I kinda like for broke

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

I strings like Jimi Hendrix
Ride beats that go backs to the days of Eddie Kendricks
I the truth 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