Luyện nghe bài hát Deep in the Jungle

(Gift of Gab)
And I come like

(scratched)
I've got a few things I say

(Gift of Gab)
I'm gunnin', ya away, do not stay
the wrath of the gift will be hittin' ya spliff
And a lot of the got sprayed and yelled RAID
Like a couple of roaches, as approaches,
a brother'll this
Another ferocious jam, I the ?grossagran?
I hover above the land of emcees that dont blow
I'm poppin' the clip and then bo bo the gun
And a once in a chest, rest in peace
And I ?bellow you to I abolish emcees with sounds like these
Run enemies and I rest in the west
Dark hemisphere, burn wit a fear is nothin but a mere
when I'm here,
earn wit a conscience in the middle of the jet black
I'm a dog, running the jungle
wit a hoodie and black hat choppin ?noonsies?
Not a frog, cunning yet I'm
gotta do the jewels tack wack clowns
Tip me, I'ma 'em all around, bust a front
a fat blunt swinging on a vine in the homeland
I'ma 'em in the sound little punks when the rap bump
Springin on the rhyme I man
Gifted when I'm lifted off a hit,
reminisce shit, riff with
This is the mischievous style of the gifted,
I'm a whiz kid, get a kid
down low, breakin' down flows
with a new flow medley when you step back
To the black with a fat rap a fat sack
with a little bit a in my napsack
Take it back to the brother
and I was stupid idiots like Tarzan
Givin' back to the brother man and get land,
man it, its Or-land-o
How easy and tight wishin' the depths
up in the in the heart of the jungle
Gettin' wild the art of the rumble,
amount to be smarter than Dumbo
Make 'em mumble, 'em humble,
Get me round the start, you will crumble,
and you tumble, and you
And I do it like
From the end to the other end gonna end,
set a trend the maniac mic clutch
Hey ?bob by the ba?, you keep your day job
my competitors never the right touch
to bail through the backstreets, raisin' hell to a black beat
Rappers fail to attack me, like a with the slack g
I attack 'em like acne, UGH

(spoken)
Mindless cretins through idiosynchrosy
up, rising up, down

(Lateef)
Steppin' up through the deep, murkiness
No telling what is
I hero it, but will I sense a
I to bust a buster
'cause I the finer design in the mind of the rhyme
Just about impossible to
What a to the race of wack mc's
I am because I choose to stand my
FIRM and blowin' the rhythm the and learnin'
All I know is we've earned entry attained
And strained the game, and what I'm to explain is that
The deeper we're creepin' the more we sleepin'
And slippin' just dead lips on a mission
Its missin' the the gift we've been given the rhythm
'cause that just the way we've livin
And in the essence, survive and its easy
To recognize analyzing ?the bo?
the lame in this line and tryin'
To get you to buy into their world
Can it be damaged the bones
of the fellas and men thats my culture
Can't understand every that you touch
was as up ?paper be one hung motherfucker
Such as nowadays, its fallin' and splinterin', timber, instead of
Gettin out of my way, and what I'm -- to say is that
The canopy that covers me now is the blackest, this
I thought we already established the
Presented in the cemented
by the bumblin' stumblin' tumblin' down
Surround me in a cannibalistic style, but I just and
Silence 'em like the lambs, they all the flock
We one magic stock style
I'm gettin' 'em off like crack viles, and wicked the fuckin while
Not trippin over no vines, or over no swine, or no mines
Or no line at the plot
Thinkin' of whippin' 'em a glock in the jungle

(spoken)
Now in the beginning of the
Not in time, but in the
Imagine the being loaded up
The men, themselves up
It's a long -- the oasis is all in the clamor
As we start from the top we go to the very
Of a myserious place -- a mysterious place
that I see? Ahhhh

(Lyrics Born)
I can't even you, so I ain't even gon' try...hmmmm
Making hell of mc Asia is now this I dont but you knew
You knew Lyrics Born was a off note sheet of a hundred
And you scrape the paint off your bumpers making you beat the buzzer
Making sure Born came out his mother's stomach
covered with the that kill
No bumper, right? mo'fucka
I know you can make colors
And the whole goddamn planet yellin uncle at you and even
Still take the big up little ?egg?, can you imagine?
Big up Asia Born, this bottle
Or you would even be lightly concerned with little, little words
That you would tug at the line, pullin' the
Of lyrics out my mouth that make me big bad don, takin' kids' legs
You can't even a sliver roach, you know
That type shit, and then me wreck this stage
Boy like I got your daddy's hangin' around my waist
And then watch me -- the way
Good lyrics taste, thinkin' I just ain't little eyes in your heart
Man, 'cause if I it was just
Lyrics that made lyrics born, lyrics born
And then suddenly I can't do no more, I'd be
"Do you remember me?" No,
And you to play my record on the way to the vapor