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 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 lick it or roll it a spark with the fellas
Let's contact quinton, they him the chief
Plus i'm votin destruction, on suckers 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, it geronimo
Frequencies on the mickie, watch your girl a hickie
Now you're flippin the I'll way, with ?
The horsemen is to flow so rapid
run like a faucet, like ??
Costello so mellow, a pen with 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 kinetic can flow, cause i can dig it
Check it it as i wreck it, niggaz never respect it
I was always neglected, be so respected
A sharp shooter, blowin up out the frame
You can't maintain, my domain, too
I have terrifical styles
Difficult styles, wire be bark, chewin for miles
I'm like the great, i'm too magnificent
stuff, to make all crackheads 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

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

verse3:I got the pickup truck ready, lookin for the devil
Yeah, bugged off another, level
I woogie on down and catch mad wreck
Load the calico check, come in 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 smeggle em, briggle briggle break em
em with the hefty bag, walk away and take em
Mc's in the mirror, see they nightmare
The bugged kid, bald head, it i don't care
I get frantic atomic, pull rectum out
Change your brainframe, 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 comin
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 write me a
Mc's know all deaf, they on the back burner
I step straight to crew like mad truck turner
The crazy man with grenades in the
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 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
vacate the premises, ?? of the genesis
??? can you step to this
Can you the vandal the man on the force
Through the scandal snuff your ass a candle
Well it's my rate, the high rate, the fly
Since i rate, i rate, cause i make, you gyrate
To the raw rappin cause it's all that it's all
raw jack, and it's time - to go to war jack
So don't waste my
Let the bassline kick yo' ass with the line
A wreck a record, check-o-wreck
I guarantee to rock shock shock the place with respect

be scared, pick up the mic (8x)