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 i'll bet you the world, plus loot, on the point
A licky lethaler rapper cause my rhymes are potion
I he burn like ?, to put your mind in slow motion
Simply, it's done, like makin a
You lick it or roll it a sticky with the fellas
Let's 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
Take it and match it, cause the flow is
The washington congress, the house and
Professional, call it
Frequencies on the mickie, watch your girl give a
Now you're flippin the way, diluted with ?
The horsemen style is to flow so
run like a faucet, like ??
Costello so mellow, a pen with othello
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 like pickett
Stick it, the funky can flow, cause i can dig it
Check it check it as i wreck it, never respect it
I was always neglected, be so respected
A sharp shooter, blowin up out the frame
You maintain, my domain, too insane
I have centrifugal terrifical
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 your town, up your city
As i walk hawk, that shit 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 crazy off another,
I boogie woogie on down and catch mad
the calico check, come in high tech
Mc's jump up quick, you get ass kicked
Mad sick, used to hang charles manson
Cut up any foot, if i saw it dancin
I smack em, briggle briggle break em
Catch em with the bag, walk away and take em
Mc's in the mirror, see they nightmare
The bugged kid, head, fuck it i don't care
I get frantic atomic, your rectum out
Change your brainframe, pull your spectrum out
I get retarded and raw razor ruddock
You don't wanna try the x, aww,
Let me, show you, my style, style
that, na na na nah, not this style
Yes yo, who dat? yo wait, yo i'm down
Hee hee hee hee! come and battle me
Juggle three balls, my balls, feel
You bet i have your girl all up on me, sister me a letter
Mc's know they all deaf, on the back burner
I straight to your crew like mad truck turner
The crazy man with grenades in the
Back up punk, x x x

be scared, pick up the mic (8x)

it
It's my with the rhyme, for the minor comin harder
a burner blast your but at the line
Racist, faces, spaces, braces,
I'm sprayin mace in face
I'm places with the power to knock, your ass unconcious
I'm monstrous, i ? and i romp, cause i stomp, i want this
Not so kid yo, i did a mad bid
You won't last kid yo, i whup ass
Then vacate the premises, ?? of the
??? motherfucker can you to this
Can you the vandal the man on the force
the scandal snuff your ass like a candle
Well it's my rate, the 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 it's - to go to war jack
So don't 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 place most respect

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