Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Be Scared

verse1:Check it out, one
My tricky tricky style is so cocky i knock you out i'm rocky
And then bet you the world, plus some loot, on the point
A licky lethaler rapper cause my rhymes are potion
I think he like ?, to put your mind in slow motion
Simply, it's done, like makin a
You it or roll it a sticky spark with the fellas
Let's contact quinton, call him the chief
Plus i'm destruction, on suckers they're nerds
Take their style it up, then add effects like a reverb
Take it and match it, cause the flow is
The washington congress, the and congressional
Professional, call it
Frequencies on the mickie, watch your give a hickie
Now you're flippin the I'll way, diluted ?
The horsemen is to flow so rapid
Ricky run a faucet, like ??
Costello so mellow, like a pen with
Shicky shapin a hamlet, tricky bowl thicky
Hell-o,

be scared, pick up the mic (8x)

verse2:My flow is wicked, rough and rugged like wilson
Stick it, the funky kinetic can flow, i can dig it
Check it it as i wreck it, niggaz never respect it
I was always neglected, be so respected
A shooter, blowin niggaz up out the frame
You maintain, my domain, too insane
I centrifugal terrifical styles
Difficult styles, be bitin bark, chewin for miles
I'm like the great, i'm too magnificent
Incredible stuff, to make all bug
Now brothaz is rough, shootin up your town, blowin up your
As i stalk walk hawk, that ain't pretty
Really, silly, better off

be scared, pick up the mic (8x)

verse3:I got the pickup ready, lookin for satan the devil
Yeah, bugged off another, level
I boogie woogie on and catch mad wreck
Load the calico check, in high tech
jump up quick, you get your ass kicked
Mad sick, used to hang with manson
Cut up any foot, if i saw it kept
I smack em, briggle briggle break em
Catch em with the hefty bag, walk away and em
Mc's look in the mirror, see nightmare
The kid, bald head, fuck it i don't care
I get frantic atomic, pull rectum out
Change your brainframe, butt pull spectrum out
I get retarded and raw razor ruddock
You don't try the x, aww, fukkit
Let me, show you, my style, this
Fuck that, na na na nah, not this
Yes yo, who dat? yo wait, yo i'm down
Hee hee hee hee! come and battle me
three balls, my balls, feel good
You bet i have your girl all up on me, write me a letter
Mc's know they all deaf, they on the back
I straight to your crew like mad truck turner
The man with grenades in the projects
Back up punk, x x x

Chorus:Don't be scared, up the mic (8x)

it
It's my with the rhyme, for the minor comin harder
Pull a burner blast your but at the
Racist, faces, spaces, braces,
I'm sprayin in your face
I'm tradin places with the to knock, your ass unconcious
I'm monstrous, i ? and i romp, cause i stomp, cause i this
Not so kid yo, i did a mad bid
You won't kid yo, i whup your ass
Then vacate the premises, ?? of the
??? can you step to this
Can you handle the vandal the man on the
Through the scandal your ass like a candle
Well my rate, the high rate, the fly rate
Since i rate, cause i rate, cause i make, you
To the raw rappin cause it's all that it's all
It's raw jack, and time - to go to war jack
So don't my time
Let the bassline kick yo' ass with the chorus
A wreck a record, check-o-wreck
I guarantee to shock shock the place with most respect

be scared, pick up the mic (8x)