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 will be ya spliff
And a lot of the got sprayed and yelled RAID
Like a couple of roaches, as approaches,
a brother'll blow
Another jam, I smother the ?grossagran?
I hover the land of lame emcees that dont blow
I'm poppin' the and then bo bo with the gun
And a once in a chest, rest in peace
And I ?bellow you to beast? I abolish with sounds like these
Run over and I rest in the west
Dark hemisphere, wit a fear is nothin but a mere setback
when I'm here,
earn wit a conscience in the middle of the jet black
I'm a dog, through the jungle
wit a hoodie and hat choppin down ?noonsies?
Not a frog, yet I'm humble
gotta do the tack wack talkin clowns
Tip me, knock 'em all around, bust a front
a fat blunt swinging on a vine in the homeland
I'ma tack 'em in the little punks when the rap bump
Springin on the rhyme I man
when I'm lifted off a spliff hit,
reminisce shit, riff with
shit is the mischievous style of the gifted,
I'm a kid, get a whiff kid
Swingin' down low, breakin' flows
with a new medley outgrow when you step back
To the with a fat rap with a fat sack
with a bit a funk 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 gimme it, its
How easy and tight wishin' the depths
up in the sound in the of the jungle
Gettin' wild the art of the rumble,
never 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
the end to the other end never gonna end,
set a trend the maniac mic clutch
Hey ?bob by the ba?, said you your day job
my competitors never know the right
Have to bail through the backstreets, raisin' hell to a black
fail to attack me, like a sail with the slack g
I attack 'em acne, exactly UGH

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

(Lateef)
up through the deep, dank murkiness
No telling what is
I hero it, but I sense a jerkin
I proceed to a buster
'cause I trust the finer design in the mind of the
Just impossible to find
a disgrace to the race of wack mc's
I am because I to stand my ground
FIRM and blowin' the the vermin and learnin'
All I know is we've earned every entry
And strained the game, and what I'm tryin' to explain is
The deeper we're creepin' the more we find
And slippin' just shootin' lips on a mission
Its missin' the reason the gift we've been the rhythm
'cause that just the way we've livin
And thrive in the essence, and its easy
To recognize analyzing ?the bo?
the lame in this line and tryin'
To get you to buy their fantasy world
Can it be damaged the ?emina?
of the fellas and men exploting my culture
Can't understand every that you touch
was as up ?paper be one hung motherfucker
as nowadays, its fallin' and splinterin', just timber, instead of
Gettin out of my way, and what I'm -- meaning to say is
The canopy that me now is the blackest, attack this
I thought we established the wackness
in the cemented jungle
by the bumblin' stumblin' tumblin' down
Surround me in a style, but I just smile and
Silence 'em like the lambs, they all the whole
We just one stock style
I'm gettin' 'em off like crack viles, and wicked the whole fuckin
Not trippin over no vines, or no swine, or over no mines
Or over no line at the
Thinkin' of whippin' 'em a glock in the jungle

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

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