Luyện nghe bài hát Diseases

Yo, E?
Yo, whattup Starbuck, goin' on?
Yeah, how you
Yeah, you know just every day, whassup?

let me tell you hip-hop's wack man
Yeah I know, say
All these got diseases
Yeah, they got like frostbite, a bad plague, baby
MC's got delusions of and such
Yeah, man, yo we gotta tell 'em

Now go make a and go rob a bank
Now you got Cool C-itis to
that advance but lost that check
Must be due to Alzheimer's

Go up in the label, when honies start ya
you better catch some R felia
And rappers don't have a chance
flow augmentation and mic implants

Yo, you went to bed with hoochie redhead?
half-steppin' 'cause she got a peg leg
Shot your milk, she didn't it?
That's 'cause, girl, was lactose

Smoke with E, you gonna fun
Oh, but by the way, leave with lungs
Try and spit but comes out
Braindead MC's all got mouth

This be a list of hip-hop's
Too ice gon' have shorty sneezin'
Too much 'dro leave a kid wheezin'
too big, stab you up for no reason

This be a of hip-hop's diseases
Too much ice have shorty sneezin'
Too 'dro will leave a kid wheezin'
too big, stab you up for no reason

You with dog, get a car from Sonya
It's likely you'll catch phobia
You shiverin' ice, hold a mic device
most certainly some rappers frostbite

Go up in the club, in
'Cause online you be catchin' Geisha'n impatient
Ha ha, trees, only got seeds
Man's puffin' crystals, with envy

for the loot, to get some mass
You a prime for a heart bypass
You online, think you the
Geek caught a case of Internet-a-tosis

rumors, check the tabloids
Caught a Blaze haze, maybe hemorrhoids
Wack on stage, with ailment
At a show catch a microphone

This be a list of hip-hop's
Too much ice gon' have sneezin'
Too much 'dro will leave a kid
too big, stab you up for no reason

This be a list of diseases
Too ice gon' have shorty sneezin'
Too much 'dro leave a kid wheezin'
too big, stab you up for no reason

Scrub your hands fifty and wash the smut odor
Obvious obsessive compulsive
Up I got downers, I got uppers
Now chuggin' Pedia, for fuckin' suppper

to E, no microphone contest
Soon learn about inferiority
I'm stuck on hip-hop, get a fix
Till Mighty Mi deals me a dope

Now supply prescriptions
Come to the motherfuckin' spot, if you havin' visions
Writers block? Just flow?
Hit you off with a double mic

You goin' if you got the patience
Son, check in you got rap
The surgeon, wack MC's I up
Hip-Hop med school, Dr.

This be a list of diseases
Too much ice gon' have shorty
Too 'dro will leave a kid wheezin'
Head's too big, stab you up for no

This be a of hip-hop's diseases
Too ice gon' have shorty sneezin'
Too much will leave a kid wheezin'
Head's too big, you up for no reason

Yeah, E, I don't
I still don't think know
Peddlers, Cage, in the house
Mighty Mi, in the

Yes, indeed all the dirty people, in the
Yo, you go get checked
Go to the clinic, 'cause you got
say you got nothin'
'Cause all diseased, right