Luyện nghe bài hát Deep in the Jungle

(Gift of Gab)
And I like this

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

(Gift of Gab)
I'm gunnin', ya runnin away, do not
'cause the wrath of the gift be hittin' ya spliff
And a lot of the crews got sprayed and yelled
a couple of roaches, as struggle approaches,
a blow this
Another ferocious jam, I the ?grossagran?
I hover above the land of lame emcees dont blow
I'm poppin' the clip and then bo bo the gun
And a once in a munch chest, rest in
And I ?bellow you to beast? I abolish emcees with like these
Run over enemies and I in the west
Dark hemisphere, burn wit a is nothin but a mere setback
Hear 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, yet I'm humble
gotta do the jewels tack wack talkin
Tip me, knock 'em all around, bust a front
With a fat blunt swinging on a vine in the
I'ma tack 'em in the sound little punks when the rap
on the rhyme I bowl man
Gifted I'm lifted off a spliff hit,
reminisce shit, with dipshits
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 outgrow when you back
To the black with a fat rap with a fat
with a little bit a in my napsack
it back to the brother land
and I was stupid idiots like Tarzan
Givin' to the brother man and get another land,
man gimme it, its
How easy and tight into the depths
up in the in the heart of the jungle
Gettin' with the art of the rumble,
never to be smarter than Dumbo
'em mumble, make 'em humble,
Get me from the start, you will crumble,
and you tumble, and you
And I do it that
From the end to the other end never end,
set a trend the maniac mic clutch
Hey ?bob by the ba?, said you keep day job
my competitors never know the touch
Have to bail through the backstreets, raisin' hell to a beat
Rappers fail to attack me, a sail with the slack g
I attack 'em acne, exactly UGH

(spoken)
cretins grow through idiosynchrosy
Peels up, up, down

(Lateef)
up through the deep, dank murkiness
No telling is lurking
I hero it, but will I sense a
I proceed to a buster
I trust the finer design in the mind of the rhyme
Just about to find
What a disgrace to the race of mc's
I am because I choose to stand my
FIRM and blowin' the the vermin and learnin'
All I know is we've earned every attained
And strained the game, and what I'm tryin' to is that
The deeper we're creepin' the we find sleepin'
And slippin' just dead lips on a mission
Its missin' the reason the gift we've given the rhythm
that just the way we've been livin
And thrive in the essence, survive and its
To recognize when analyzing bo?
Surprises the lame in line and tryin'
To get you to buy into their world
Can it be the ?emina? bones
of the fellas and men exploting my culture
Can't every breast 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 the wackness
in the cemented jungle
by the bumblin' brothers stumblin' tumblin'
Surround me in a cannibalistic style, but I smile and
Silence 'em like the lambs, all the whole flock
We just one magic style
I'm gettin' 'em off like crack viles, and the whole fuckin while
Not trippin over no vines, or over no swine, or over no
Or no line at the plot
of whippin' 'em like a glock in the jungle

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

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