Luyện nghe bài hát Down For The Count

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

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

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

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

Yo, yo, yo
We bring it straight to your from the start, yo
Rage Against the Machine, break it
Might be over head, but it's straight from the heart
I show my in the light while y'all hate in the dark
Straight to apocalypse is where I'm the art
Givin niggaz battle scars, always my mark
You the part of gangster, til niggaz break in your spot
You bitch 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 rebels metal clubs ghetto
When the slugs let go like Beverly
we stack notes like the treasury, flow heavenly
Get you high on speech laced with
Niggaz be gassed like Cipher Sounds, and need remedy
fall the fuck off like limbs affected with leprosy

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

I'm irrate, usin your for live bait
Xzibit rockin them heavy gems you can't
Dilate, cock back the weight, spread
Heavy metal we settle and set shit
Hit gates in my younger days, from the
Me and my clan used to dance than quicksand
Supply and demand the is quicker than the eye
Find some chickens to fry, while you find it hard to stick to lie
I see the tricks, destroy the facade
little lungs is too weak to hotbox with God
Rah Digga, First Lady of the Flipmode
Gotta be hard like a nigga walkin the yard
For the first time, we ain't the niggaz you let
Expect mines to blow lines coke 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,