Luyện nghe bài hát Deep in the Jungle

(Gift of Gab)
And I come like

(scratched)
got a few things I wanna say

(Gift of Gab)
I'm gunnin', ya away, do not stay
'cause the of the gift will be hittin' ya spliff
And a lot of the crews got sprayed and RAID
a couple of roaches, as struggle approaches,
a brother'll blow
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 munch chest, in peace
And I ?bellow you to beast? I abolish with sounds like these
Run over enemies and I rest in the
Dark hemisphere, burn wit a fear is but a mere setback
when I'm here,
earn wit a clear conscience in the of the jet black
I'm a dog, running through the
wit a hoodie and black hat choppin ?noonsies?
Not a frog, cunning yet I'm
gotta do the jewels wack talkin clowns
Tip me, I'ma 'em all around, bust a front
a fat blunt swinging on a vine in the homeland
I'ma tack 'em in the sound little punks the rap bump
Springin on the rhyme I man
Gifted when I'm off a spliff hit,
reminisce shit, riff dipshits
This is the mischievous style of the gifted,
I'm a kid, get a whiff kid
Swingin' low, breakin' down flows
with a new flow medley outgrow when you 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 smotherin' stupid like Tarzan
Givin' to the brother man and get another land,
man it, its Or-land-o
How easy and tight wishin' the depths
up in the sound in the of the jungle
wild with the art of the rumble,
never amount to be smarter than
'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 end never gonna end,
set a with the maniac mic clutch
Hey ?bob by the ba?, you keep your day job
my competitors never know the right
Have to bail the backstreets, raisin' hell to a black beat
Rappers fail to attack me, like a sail with the g
I attack 'em like acne, UGH

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

(Lateef)
Steppin' up the deep, dank murkiness
No telling what is
I hero it, but I sense a jerkin
I proceed to a buster
'cause I the finer design in the mind of the rhyme
Just about impossible to
What a disgrace to the of wack mc's
I am because I to stand my ground
FIRM and blowin' the rhythm the vermin and
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 find
And slippin' shootin' dead lips on a mission
Its missin' the reason the gift been given the rhythm
'cause that just the way we've livin
And thrive in the essence, and its easy
To recognize when analyzing bo?
Surprises the lame in this 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 every breast that you touch
was as up ?paper scun? be one hung
Such as nowadays, its fallin' and splinterin', timber, instead of
Gettin out of my way, and I'm -- meaning to say is that
The canopy that me now is the blackest, attack this
I thought we already established the
Presented in the cemented
by the bumblin' brothers tumblin' down
Surround me in a cannibalistic style, but I smile and
'em like the lambs, they all the whole flock
We one magic stock style
I'm gettin' 'em off like crack viles, and wicked the whole while
Not trippin over no vines, or over no swine, or no mines
Or over no at the plot
Thinkin' of whippin' 'em like a glock in the

(spoken)
Now in the beginning of the
Not in time, but in the
the camels being loaded up
The men, loading 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
that I see? Ahhhh

(Lyrics Born)
I even describe you, so I ain't even gon' try...hmmmm
Making of mc Asia is now this I dont dispute but you knew
You Lyrics Born was a ripped off note sheet of a hundred
And you the paint off your bumpers making sure you beat the buzzer
Making sure Lyrics Born came out his stomach
covered with the lyrics kill
No bumper, right? mo'fucka
I know you can make 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 even be lightly concerned with little, little words
you would tug at the line, pullin' the kind
Of lyrics out my mouth make me big bad don, takin' kids' legs home
You can't even back a roach, you know
That type shit, and then me wreck this stage
Boy like I got your daddy's hangin' around my waist
And watch me forget -- the way
Good lyrics taste, thinkin' I ain't little rabbit eyes in your heart
Man, 'cause if I thought it was
Lyrics Born that made lyrics born, born
And then I can't do no more, I'd be like
"Do you me?" No, Asia
And you used to play my record on the way to the