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 crews got and yelled RAID
Like a of roaches, as struggle approaches,
a blow this
Another ferocious jam, I the ?grossagran?
I hover above the of lame emcees that dont blow
I'm the clip and then bo bo with the gun
And a once in a chest, rest in peace
And I ?bellow you to beast? I emcees with sounds like these
Run enemies and I rest in the west
hemisphere, burn wit a fear 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, through the jungle
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 knock 'em all around, a front
With a fat blunt on a vine in the homeland
I'ma tack 'em in the sound little punks the rap bump
on the rhyme I bowl man
Gifted I'm lifted off a spliff hit,
shit, riff with dipshits
This shit is the mischievous of the gifted,
I'm a whiz kid, get a kid
Swingin' down low, breakin' down
with a new flow medley outgrow when you step
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 smotherin' stupid idiots Tarzan
Givin' to the brother man and get another land,
man it, its Or-land-o
How and tight wishin' into the depths
up in the sound in the of the jungle
Gettin' with 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 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
Rappers to attack me, like a sail with the slack g
I attack 'em like acne, UGH

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

(Lateef)
up through the deep, dank murkiness
No what is lurking
I it, but will I sense a jerkin
I to bust a buster
'cause I trust the finer design in the mind of the
Just impossible to find
What a disgrace to the race of wack
I am I choose 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 what I'm tryin' to explain is
The deeper creepin' the more we find sleepin'
And just shootin' dead lips on a mission
Its missin' the the gift we've been given the rhythm
'cause that just the way been livin
And thrive in the essence, and its easy
To when analyzing ?the bo?
Surprises the lame in this line and
To get you to buy into fantasy world
Can it be damaged the ?emina?
of the and men thats exploting my culture
Can't understand every that you touch
was as up ?paper scun? be one motherfucker
as nowadays, its fallin' and splinterin', just 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' brothers tumblin' down
me in a cannibalistic 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 the whole fuckin while
Not trippin over no vines, or over no swine, or over no
Or over no at the plot
Thinkin' of 'em like a glock in the jungle

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

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