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)

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Grimy bitch stomp the outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on Goodie, tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old school shit from junior (HEYYY!)
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finest in the house, punchlines and metaphors
Make your foul ice grill, thug grimy on the
heads to bed like Hennessey and NyQuil

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

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Rock the whole world the Rolling Stone tour (AH-AHHH!)
Raw your wack set is faker than a threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared his palms wet
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The stuff are made of, urban folklore
Jim Morrison we break on through
Before I about your take on me, we take on you

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

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

I'm irrate, usin your body for bait
Xzibit rockin heavy gems you can't take
Dilate, back the weight, spread hate
Heavy metal we settle and set straight
Hit gates in my younger days, from the
Me and my clan to dance thicker than quicksand
and demand 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 little lungs is too to hotbox with God
Rah Digga, Lady 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 mines to blow lines coke everytime
I'm an Alkaholik nigga so I the fifth
You at the front door bitchin because you on the list

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