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)
on Goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the with some old school shit from junior high (HEYYY!)
One, two, three,
Jersey's finest in the house, punchlines and
Make your foul ice grill, thug on the real
Puttin to bed like Hennessey and NyQuil

Convertible style, still had the knockin
Bumpin shit from way back with my man
the breeze, see I'm nice with these
You'll be it down like fast food high C's
of rap bitch that love underground classics
Gettin more than that nigga St. Patrick
Makin wack 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 boric acid in your project cabinet
Harriet, increase the fanbases
Leavin non cats stuck on the plantations
Mini-skirts with tights, eatin with whites
Leave the over here like they Israelites
Got Cali Brooks critics, Ta' Kweli,
Gonna rock shit down like he can't get no

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

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

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

I'm irrate, usin your body for bait
rockin them heavy gems you can't take
Dilate, cock the weight, spread hate
Heavy we settle and set shit straight
Hit gates in my younger days, from the
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 the tricks, destroy the facade
Your little lungs is too weak to with God
Rah Digga, First of the Flipmode Squad
Gotta be hard like a young nigga the yard
For the first time, we ain't the niggaz you let
Expect mines to 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 One, two, three, four
(ohhhhhhh) hehehe (aight y'all, aight y'all )
(here we go)
One, two, three,