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

be scared, pick up the mic (8x)

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

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

verse3:I got the pickup truck ready, lookin for satan the
Yeah, bugged crazy off another,
I woogie on down and catch mad wreck
Load the check, come in high tech
Mc's up quick, you get your ass kicked
Mad sick, used to hang with charles
Cut up any foot, if i saw it kept
I smeggle em, briggle briggle break em
Catch em with the hefty bag, walk and take em
Mc's look in the mirror, see they
The bugged kid, bald head, it i don't care
I get frantic atomic, pull your out
Change brainframe, butt pull your spectrum out
I get retarded and raw like ruddock
You don't try the x, aww, fukkit
Let me, show you, my style, style
Fuck that, na na na nah, not style
Yes yo, who dat? yo wait, yo i'm down
Hee hee hee hee! come and battle me
Juggle balls, my balls, feel good
You bet i your girl all up on me, sister write me a letter
Mc's know all deaf, they on the back burner
I step straight to your crew mad truck turner
The crazy man with grenades in the
up punk, remember 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 your but at the line
Racist, faces, spaces, braces,
I'm sprayin in your face
I'm tradin places with the power to knock, your ass
I'm monstrous, i ? and i romp, cause i stomp, cause i this
Not so kid yo, i did a mad bid
You last kid yo, i whup your ass
Then the premises, ?? of the genesis
??? motherfucker can you step to
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
Since i rate, cause i rate, cause i make, you
To the raw rappin cause it's all it's all that
raw jack, and it's time - to go to war jack
So waste my time
Let the kick yo' ass with the chorus line
A checka a record, check-o-wreck
I guarantee to rock shock shock the place with respect

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