Luyện nghe bài hát Down For The Count

Yeah, it out now (uhh uhh uhh)
Rah y'all, Dirty Harriet (uhh!)
Kweli, Xzibit, new millenium! (C'mon, it)

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

Convertible style, had the heat knockin
Bumpin shit from way back with my man
Shootin the breeze, see I'm nice with
You'll be suckin it down fast food high C's
Type of rap bitch love underground classics
more green than that nigga St. Patrick
Makin wack go and merc the set
off behind a desk 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 with tights, eatin lunch whites
Leave the party over here like Israelites
Got Cali critics, Ta' Kweli, Xzibit
Gonna rock shit like he can't get no visits

One, two, three,
Rock the world like the Rolling Stone tour (AH-AHHH!)
Raw your wack set is faker than a threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his wet
One, two, three,
The stuff legends are made of, urban
Like Jim we break on through
Before I care about your take on me, we on you

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

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

I'm irrate, your body for live bait
Xzibit rockin them heavy gems you can't
Dilate, back the weight, spread hate
Heavy we settle and set shit straight
Hit gates in my younger days, from the
Me and my clan to dance thicker than quicksand
and demand the hand is quicker than the eye
Find some chickens to fry, while you find it hard to to your lie
I see through the tricks, the facade
Your lungs is too weak to hotbox with God
Rah Digga, First of the Flipmode Squad
Gotta be hard like a young walkin the yard
For the first time, we ain't the niggaz you let
mines to blow lines like coke everytime
I'm an Alkaholik so I finish the fifth
You at the front door bitchin you ain't on the list

It's like One, two, three,
Yeah (ohhhhhhh) hehehe (aight y'all, y'all )
(here we go)
One, two, three,