Luyện nghe bài hát Down for the Count

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

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

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

Yo, yo, yo
We bring it straight to face from the start, yo
Rage the Machine, break it apart
Might be your head, but it's straight from the heart
I my love in the light while why'all hate in the dark
Straight to is where I'm takin the art
Givin niggaz scars, ALWAYS makin my mark
You fakin the part of gangster, til niggaz in your spot
You straight whether 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? Thug rebels love clubs ghetto
When the let go like Frankie Beverly
Forever we stack notes like the treasury, flow
Get you high on speech laced obscenity
Niggaz be gassed like Cipher Sounds, and need remedy
Then fall the fuck off like affected with leprosy

One, two, three,
Why the fuck can't MC no more?
Hardcore til somebody put me under the
With a dick in your ear, 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?
through, your favorite neighborhood lush

I'm I-rate, usin your body for bait
Xzibit rockin them heavy gems you take
Dilate, cock back the weight, hate
Heavy we settle and set shit straight
Hit gates in my days, from the policeman
Me and my clan used to thicker than quicksand
Supply and demand the hand is than the eye
Find some chickens to fry, while you it hard to stick to your lie
I see through the tricks, the facade
Your 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 like coke everytime
I'm an Alkaholik nigga so I finish the
You at the door bitchin because you ain't on the list

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