Luyện nghe bài hát Down For The Count

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

One, two, three,
Grimy bitch stomp the outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on Goodie, eatin and rye
Blow the with some old school shit from junior high (HEYYY!)
One, two, three,
finest in the house, punchlines and metaphors
Make your foul ice grill, thug on the real
Puttin to bed like Hennessey and NyQuil

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

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Rock the whole like the Rolling Stone tour (AH-AHHH!)
Raw your wack set is faker than a bomb
By a nervous who's so scared that his palms wet
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The stuff are made of, urban folklore
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, it apart
Might be over your head, but it's straight from the
I show my love in the light while y'all hate in the
Straight to apocalypse is where I'm the art
Givin niggaz scars, always makin' my mark
You fakin the part of gangster, til break in your spot
You straight bitch I say it or not
Shit is hot, spittin on the track
Put our names on the map
now until we fadin to black
Where we at? rebels love metal clubs ghetto
When the slugs let go like Beverly
Forever we stack notes like the treasury, heavenly
Get you high on speech laced with
Niggaz be gassed like Cipher Sounds, and need rescue
Then fall the fuck off limbs affected with leprosy

One, two, three,
Why the fuck can't MC's MC no
Hardcore til put me under 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'" like Bus', who do you trust?
Swingin through, favorite neighborhood lush

I'm irrate, usin your body for live
Xzibit rockin them gems you can't take
Dilate, back the weight, spread hate
Heavy metal we settle and set straight
Hit in my younger days, from the policeman
Me and my clan used to dance thicker quicksand
Supply and demand the hand is quicker the eye
Find some chickens to fry, you find it hard to stick to your lie
I see through the tricks, destroy the
little lungs is too weak to hotbox with God
Rah Digga, First of the Flipmode Squad
Gotta be hard like a young nigga walkin the
For the first time, we ain't the you let shine
Expect mines to lines like coke everytime
I'm an nigga so I finish the fifth
You at the front door because you ain't on the list

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Yeah (ohhhhhhh) hehehe (aight y'all, aight )
(here we go)
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