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)
Puffin on Goodie, eatin and rye
Blow the spot with some old school shit from junior (HEYYY!)
One, two, three,
finest in the house, punchlines and metaphors
Make foul ice grill, thug grimy on the real
Puttin to bed like Hennessey and NyQuil

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

One, two, three,
Rock the whole world the Rolling Stone tour (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, folklore
Like Jim Morrison we break on
I care 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 your head, but it's straight from the
I show my love in the light while hate in the dark
to apocalypse is where I'm takin the art
Givin niggaz battle scars, makin' my mark
You the part of gangster, til niggaz break in your spot
You bitch whether I say it or not
is hot, spittin flames on the track
Put our names on the map
now until we fadin to black
Where we at? rebels love metal clubs ghetto
the slugs let go like Frankie Beverly
Forever we stack notes like the treasury, flow
Get you high on speech with obscenity
Niggaz be gassed like Cipher Sounds, and rescue remedy
Then fall the off like 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 fuck my sound
AllOne, two, three,
Takin me straight to the spot, then to the liquor sto'
"Gimme Some Mo'" like Bus', who do you trust?
Swingin through, your neighborhood lush

I'm irrate, usin your body for live
rockin them heavy gems you can't take
Dilate, back the weight, spread hate
Heavy metal we settle and set shit
Hit gates in my younger days, from the
Me and my clan used to thicker than quicksand
Supply and demand the hand is quicker the eye
some chickens to fry, while you find it hard to stick to your lie
I see the tricks, destroy the facade
Your little lungs is too to hotbox 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 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 One, two, three, four
(ohhhhhhh) hehehe (aight y'all, aight y'all )
(here we go)
One, two, three,