Luyện nghe bài hát Damage

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

I'll grab the mic and now I you
Cut your whole stamina, here the medical examiner
One verse then you're out for the
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 shouldn't bother
Leave me alone like the son said, G or be fatherless!

I got the asiatic flow mixed disco
Roll up on the scene like the count of Crisco
And MC's start to
I stepped up to a jet black kid, speakin' Spanish

Yo he wasn't 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 rhymes, I brought out the punk in him
Caught him with a strong five deadly
Told him the Wu-Tang
Witness the Shaolin slang, that'll the shit you bring

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

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

Wu, who? Me gettin wreck so I'm
Like a ten and a foot, gettin' in a seven shoe
Now that with 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 p.m. past the fucking dawn
Pass the hammer you're down, niggaz grab my what, what
understand it, here's the panaroma

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

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

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

C'mon be silly, just a bag of sensimilli
Rolled up in a Philly
I used to write all the time when I
Grab the mic, then I like went for broke

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

I pull strings 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 start bullet proof"
Arm with a shield
Before you get trapped up just like the in the cornfield