Luyện nghe bài hát Down for the Count

One, two, three,
Grimy bitch the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
on Goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the with some old school shit from junior high
One, two, three,
finest in the house, punchlines and metaphors
Make your foul ice grill, thug grimy on the
Puttin heads to bed like and NyQuil

Convertible style, had the heat knockin
Bumpin shit from way back with my man
Shootin the - see I'm nice with these
You'll be suckin it down like fast food
Type of rap bitch that underground classics
Gettin more green than that St. Patrick
wack rappers go and merc the set {*dial-up sounds*}
Better off a desk tryin to surf the net
Cause I be adamant, 'em when my joints get added in
Worse than boric acid in your project
Dirty Harriet, increase the
Leavin non-writin cats stuck on the
Mini-skirts with tights, eatin lunch with
Leave the party over like they Israelites
Got Brooks critics, Ta' Kwe'(??) Xzibit
Gonna rock down like he can't get no visits

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Rock the whole world like the Rolling tour
Raw your wack set is faker a bomb threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his wet
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The stuff legends are made of, folklore
Like Jim Morrison we break on
Before I care about take on me, we take on you

Yo, yo, yo
We bring it to your face from the start, yo
Rage Against the Machine, it apart
Might be over your head, but it's straight the heart
I show my love in the light why'all hate in the dark
Straight to is where I'm takin the art
Givin niggaz battle scars, ALWAYS my mark
You fakin the of gangster, til niggaz break in your spot
You straight bitch I say it or not
Shit is hot, flames on the track
Put our names on the map
now until we fadin to black
Where we at? rebels love metal clubs ghetto
the slugs let go like Frankie Beverly
Forever we notes like the treasury, flow heavenly
Get you on speech laced with obscenity
Niggaz be gassed like Cipher Sounds, and rescue remedy
Then fall the fuck off like limbs affected with

One, two, three,
Why the fuck can't MC no more?
Hardcore til somebody put me under the
a dick in your ear, still couldn't fuck with my sound
One, two, three,
Takin me straight to the weed spot, then to the liquor
"Gimme Some Mo'" like Bus', who do you trust?
Swingin through, your neighborhood lush

I'm I-rate, usin your for live bait
Xzibit them heavy gems you can't take
Dilate, cock the weight, spread hate
Heavy we settle and set shit straight
Hit gates in my days, from the policeman
Me and my clan used to dance thicker quicksand
Supply and demand the is quicker than the eye
Find some chickens to fry, you find it hard to stick to your lie
I see through the tricks, the facade
Your little lungs is too weak to hotbox God
Rah Digga, First Lady of the Flipmode
be hard like a young nigga walkin the yard
For the first time, we ain't the you let shine
Expect mines to blow lines like coke
I'm an Alkaholik so I finish the fifth
You at the front door bitchin because you ain't on the

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