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

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

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

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

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
AllOne, two, three,
Takin me straight to the weed spot, then to the sto'
"Gimme Some Mo'" like Bus', who do you trust?
Swingin through, favorite neighborhood lush

I'm irrate, your body for live bait
Xzibit them heavy gems you can't take
Dilate, cock the weight, spread hate
metal 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 is quicker than the eye
Find some to fry, while you find 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, Lady of the Flipmode Squad
Gotta be hard like a young walkin the yard
For the first time, we the niggaz you let shine
Expect mines to blow lines like everytime
I'm an Alkaholik nigga so I finish the
You at the front door bitchin you ain't on the list

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