Luyện nghe bài hát Deep in the Jungle

(Gift of Gab)
And I come this

(scratched)
I've got a few things I 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 and yelled RAID
Like a of roaches, as struggle approaches,
a brother'll blow
Another jam, I smother the ?grossagran?
I above the land of lame emcees that dont blow
I'm poppin' the and then bo bo with the gun
And a once in a munch chest, rest in
And I ?bellow you to I abolish emcees with sounds like these
Run over and I rest in the west
Dark hemisphere, burn wit a is nothin but a mere setback
when I'm here,
earn wit a clear conscience in the middle of the jet
I'm a dog, through the jungle
wit a hoodie and black hat choppin ?noonsies?
Not a frog, yet I'm humble
do the jewels tack wack talkin clowns
Tip me, I'ma knock 'em all around, a front
a fat blunt swinging on a vine in the homeland
I'ma tack 'em in the sound punks when the rap bump
Springin on the rhyme I man
when I'm lifted off a spliff hit,
reminisce shit, riff with
This shit is the style of the gifted,
I'm a whiz kid, get a kid
Swingin' down low, breakin' down
with a new flow medley when you step back
To the with a fat rap with a fat sack
with a little bit a in my napsack
it back to the brother land
and I was stupid idiots like Tarzan
back to the brother man and get another land,
man gimme it, its
How easy and tight into the depths
up in the sound in the heart of the
Gettin' with the art of the rumble,
amount to be smarter than Dumbo
Make 'em mumble, 'em humble,
Get me from the start, you will crumble,
and you tumble, and you
And I do it like
From the end to the other end never end,
set a trend with the mic clutch
Hey ?bob by the ba?, you keep your day job
my never know the right touch
Have to bail through the backstreets, raisin' hell to a beat
Rappers to attack me, like a sail with the slack g
I attack 'em like acne, UGH

(spoken)
Mindless grow through idiosynchrosy
Peels up, rising up,

(Lateef)
Steppin' up the deep, dank murkiness
No what is lurking
I hero it, but will I sense a
I proceed to a buster
'cause I trust the finer in the mind of the rhyme
Just about impossible to
What a to the race of wack mc's
I am because I to stand my ground
FIRM and the rhythm the vermin and learnin'
All I is we've earned every entry attained
And strained the game, and I'm tryin' to explain is that
The deeper we're creepin' the more we sleepin'
And slippin' just shootin' dead lips on a
Its missin' the reason the gift been given the rhythm
that just the way we've been livin
And thrive in the essence, and its easy
To recognize when ?the bo?
Surprises the lame in this and tryin'
To get you to buy their fantasy world
Can it be damaged the bones
of the and men thats exploting my culture
understand every breast that you touch
was as up scun? be one hung motherfucker
Such as nowadays, its fallin' and splinterin', just timber, of
out of my way, and what I'm -- meaning to say is that
The canopy that me now is the blackest, attack this
I we already established the wackness
in the cemented jungle
by the bumblin' brothers stumblin' tumblin'
Surround me in a cannibalistic style, but I just and
Silence 'em like the lambs, they all the flock
We just one magic stock
I'm 'em off like crack viles, and wicked the whole fuckin while
Not over no vines, or over no swine, or over no mines
Or over no line at the
Thinkin' of whippin' 'em like a glock in the

(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 long -- the oasis is all in the clamor
As we start from the top we go to the bottom
Of a place -- a very mysterious place
What's I see? Ahhhh

(Lyrics Born)
I can't describe 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 sheet of a
And you scrape the off your bumpers making sure you beat the buzzer
Making sure Lyrics Born came out his stomach
covered with the that kill
No bumper, right? mo'fucka
I you can make colors rhyme
And have the goddamn planet yellin uncle at you and even
Still the time big up little ?egg?, can you imagine?
Big up Asia Born, this bottle
Or that you would even be lightly concerned with little, words
That you would tug at the line, pullin' the
Of out my mouth that make me big bad don, takin' kids' legs home
You can't even back a sliver roach, you
That type shit, and then watch me this stage
Boy I got your daddy's style hangin' around my waist
And then me forget -- the way
lyrics taste, thinkin' I just ain't little rabbit eyes in your heart
Man, if I thought it was just
Lyrics Born that lyrics born, lyrics born
And then suddenly I can't do no more, I'd be
"Do you me?" No, Asia
And you used to my record on the way to the vapor