Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Do It to Yourself

Hey yo, it like it's hot
Kane, drop it like hot
Yo, up the microphone
And gimme you got

Hey yo, drop it like hot
Scoob, drop it it's hot
up your microphone
It's time to the spot

Hey yo, it like it's hot
Kane, drop it it's hot
Yo, pick up the
And gimme you got

Hey yo, it like it's hot
Scoob, it like it's hot
up your microphone
It's time to rock the

Oh my God, me, is it really him?
The legendary lyricist makin' grim?
Because when I start to flow the results are so
Rappers start shakin' like the on Elvis Presley

Sayin', it's him, the great how I intimidate
But I just came to get my off
So I give a break and pickin up the microphone
After I left is like mouth-to-mouth to a corpse

A waste of in other words
I don't leave no for you
Forget the men, that's the evil Kane'll do
I it raw, gee, too hardcore, gee
The way you could fuck with me is in a orgy

The magnificent, none can swifter than
Cool as [unverified], but my color is different
We got the milk and
My rhymes are just like Lincoln's face on the money

me freshest on the land, but let's not forget
That if I rapped under they'd be Aquafresh
The best, oh yes, I
Wait, wait, wait, wait,
You said that in '88

Oh, I and create the great to dictate
And chumps and set em straight
I get my point across the boss is truly yours
The to the force, so put it on pause

The one that assures applause, took a loss
Stronger than some Olde E quarts to a can of
In other words it's hazardous to your
So do it to yourself

Don't do it to yourself, do it
Yo, you not do it, you better not
do it to yourself, don't do it
Yo, you better not do it, you not

right there, you better freeze, cease
Don't make me put my Timberland boot to your piece
Big from Brooklyn comin' through, don't start me
make me turn your jam into a Tec-9 party

Hey yo, what in the world ever possess you
To that you could touch me
Or even try to above me
Or even think you could flow this lovely?
Nobody, and I mean nobody on whole planet can stand it

I rip it apart, and up the art
I'm the best, damn it
I rappers for the hell of it
Defeat, I tell of it

So anything else you is irrelevant
You're not on the man, you're not even close to me
Step to the and get bagged just like grocery
So spare the misfortune and proceed with caution

I don't just burn rappers, I torch 'em
With a skilled-out style mad diesel
And I got hemorrhoids shittin on so many people
I crush those who with blows to your nose

When it comes to my crew the way love goes
The Chocolate City for Black Cesar
And all of the soft get
So you step to me use your head

And you better about it more than Special Ed
Cause trust me, kid, it like
Goin' against else
I'm tellin you, do it to yourself

do it to yourself, don't do it
Yo, you not do it, you better not
Don't do it to yourself, do it
Yo, you not do it, you better not