Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Be Scared

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

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

verse2:My is wicked, rough and rugged like wilson pickett
Stick it, the funky can flow, cause i can dig it
Check it check it as i wreck it, niggaz never it
I was neglected, intellect be so respected
A sharp shooter, niggaz up out the frame
You can't maintain, my domain, too
I have centrifugal styles
Difficult styles, wire be bitin bark, for miles
I'm like houdini the great, i'm too
stuff, to make all crackheads bug
Now brothaz is rough, shootin up town, blowin up your city
As i stalk hawk, that shit ain't pretty
Really, silly, step off

be scared, pick up the mic (8x)

verse3:I got the pickup truck ready, lookin for the devil
Yeah, bugged off another, level
I boogie woogie on and catch mad wreck
the calico check, come in high tech
Mc's up quick, you get your ass kicked
Mad sick, used to hang with manson
Cut up any foot, if i saw it kept
I smeggle smack em, briggle briggle em
Catch em with the hefty bag, away and take em
Mc's look in the mirror, see nightmare
The bugged kid, bald head, fuck it i care
I get frantic atomic, pull rectum out
your brainframe, butt pull your spectrum out
I get and raw like razor ruddock
You don't try the x, aww, fukkit
Let me, show you, my style, style
that, na na na nah, not this style
Yes yo, who dat? yo wait, yo i'm comin
Hee hee hee hee! come and me clown
Juggle three balls, my balls, 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 crazy man with in the projects
up punk, remember x x x

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

it
It's my time with the rhyme, for the comin harder
Pull a blast your but at the line
Racist, faces, spaces, braces,
I'm sprayin mace in face
I'm tradin places with the to knock, your ass unconcious
I'm monstrous, i ? and i romp, i stomp, cause i want 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
??? motherfucker can you to this
Can you handle the the man on the force
Through the snuff your ass like a candle
Well it's my rate, the high rate, the fly
i rate, cause i rate, cause i make, you gyrate
To the raw rappin cause all that it's all that
It's raw jack, and time - to go to war jack
So waste my time
Let the bassline yo' ass with the chorus line
A checka a record, check-o-wreck
I guarantee to rock shock shock the with most respect

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