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 stomp the bogey outside your front (yeah)
on Goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old school from junior high (HEYYY!)
One, two, three,
finest in the house, punchlines and metaphors
Make foul ice grill, thug grimy on the real
Puttin heads to bed like and NyQuil

Convertible style, still had the heat
shit from way back with my man beatboxin
Shootin the breeze, see I'm nice these
You'll be suckin it like fast food high C's
Type of rap that love underground classics
Gettin more green than that nigga St.
Makin wack rappers go and the set
off behind a desk tryin to surf the net
Cause I be adamant, kill 'em when my get added in
Worse than acid in your project cabinet
Dirty Harriet, the fanbases
Leavin non writin stuck on the plantations
Mini-skirts tights, eatin lunch with whites
Leave the party over here they Israelites
Got Cali Brooks critics, Ta' Kweli,
Gonna rock shit down like he get no visits

One, two, three,
Rock the world like the Rolling Stone tour (AH-AHHH!)
Raw wack set is faker than a bomb threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so that his palms wet
One, two, three,
The stuff legends are made of, urban
Like Jim we break on through
Before I care 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 show my love in the light y'all hate in the dark
Straight to apocalypse is where I'm the art
niggaz battle scars, always makin' my mark
You the part of gangster, til niggaz break in your spot
You straight whether I say it or not
Shit is hot, spittin flames on the
Put our names on the map
now until we fadin to black
Where we at? Thug rebels love clubs ghetto
When the slugs let go Frankie Beverly
Forever we notes like the treasury, flow heavenly
Get you on speech laced with obscenity
Niggaz be like Cipher Sounds, and need rescue remedy
Then fall the fuck off like limbs affected with

One, two, three,
Why the fuck can't MC's MC no
til somebody 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 spot, then to the liquor sto'
"Gimme Some Mo'" Busta Bus', who do you trust?
Swingin through, your favorite neighborhood

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

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