Luyện nghe bài hát Down for the Count

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

Convertible style, still had the knockin
Bumpin shit way back with my man beatboxin
Shootin the breeze - see I'm nice with
be suckin it down like fast food high-see's
Type of rap bitch that love classics
Gettin more than that nigga St. Patrick
Makin wack rappers go and merc the set sounds*}
Better off behind a desk to surf the net
Cause I be adamant, kill 'em when my get added in
Worse than boric acid in your project
Dirty Harriet, increase the
non-writin cats stuck on the plantations
Mini-skirts with tights, eatin lunch with
Leave the over here like they Israelites
Got Brooks critics, Ta' Kwe'(??) Xzibit
Gonna rock shit like he can't get no visits

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

Yo, yo, yo
We bring it straight to face from the start, yo
Rage Against the Machine, break it
Might be over your head, but it's straight from the
I my love in the light while why'all hate in the dark
to apocalypse is where I'm takin the art
Givin niggaz battle scars, makin my mark
You fakin the part of gangster, til break in your spot
You straight whether I say it or not
Shit is hot, spittin on the track
Put our town's on the map
From now we fadin to black
Where we at? Thug rebels love clubs ghetto
When the slugs let go Frankie Beverly
we stack notes like the treasury, flow heavenly
Get you high on speech laced obscenity
Niggaz be like Cipher Sounds, and need rescue remedy
fall the fuck off like limbs affected with leprosy

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

I'm I-rate, usin your body for bait
Xzibit rockin them heavy gems you take
Dilate, cock the weight, spread hate
Heavy metal we and set shit straight
Hit gates in my days, from the policeman
Me and my used to dance thicker than quicksand
Supply and the hand is quicker than the eye
some chickens to fry, while you find it hard to stick to your lie
I see the tricks, destroy the facade
little lungs is too weak to hotbox with God
Rah Digga, First Lady of the Squad
Gotta be hard like a young nigga walkin the
For the time, we ain't the niggaz you let shine
Expect mines to blow lines like coke
I'm an nigga so I finish the fifth
You at the front door because you ain't on the list

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