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 your front door (yeah)
Puffin on Goodie, eatin and rye
Blow the spot with some old school shit junior high (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

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

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 terrorist who's so that his palms wet
One, two, three,
The legends are made of, urban 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
Against the Machine, break it apart
Might be over your head, but straight from 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, makin' my mark
You fakin the part of gangster, til niggaz break in spot
You straight whether I say it or not
is hot, spittin flames on the track
Put our town's on the map
From now until we fadin to
we at? Thug rebels love metal clubs ghetto
When the let go like Frankie Beverly
Forever we notes like the treasury, flow heavenly
Get you high on speech laced with
Niggaz be gassed like Cipher Sounds, and need rescue
Then fall the fuck off like limbs affected leprosy

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

I'm irrate, usin your body for bait
Xzibit rockin them heavy you can't take
Dilate, cock back the weight, hate
Heavy metal we settle and set shit
Hit in my younger days, from the policeman
Me and my clan used to thicker than quicksand
Supply and the hand is quicker than the eye
Find some chickens to fry, while you find it hard to stick to 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 a young nigga walkin the yard
For the first time, we ain't the you let shine
Expect to blow lines like coke everytime
I'm an Alkaholik nigga so I the fifth
You at the front door because you ain't on the list

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