Luyện nghe bài hát Down for The Count

One, two, three,
Grimy bitch stomp the outside your front door (yeah)
on Goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old school shit junior high
One, two, three,
Jersey's in the house, punchlines and metaphors
Make foul ice grill, thug grimy on the real
Puttin heads to bed like and NyQuil

style, still had the heat knockin
Bumpin shit from way back my man beatboxin
the breeze - see I'm nice with these
You'll be it down like fast food high-see's
Type of rap bitch that underground classics
more green than that nigga St. Patrick
Makin wack rappers go and merc the set sounds*}
Better off a desk tryin to surf the net
Cause I be adamant, kill 'em when my joints get in
Worse boric acid in your project cabinet
Dirty Harriet, increase the
Leavin non-writin cats on the plantations
with tights, eatin lunch with whites
Leave the over here like they Israelites
Got Brooks critics, Ta' Kwe'(??) Xzibit
Gonna rock shit down he can't get no visits

One, two, three,
Rock the whole world like the Rolling Stone
Raw wack set is faker than a bomb threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so that his palms wet
One, two, three,
The legends are made of, urban folklore
Like Jim Morrison we on through
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, it apart
Might be over head, but it's straight from the heart
I show my love in the light why'all hate in the dark
Straight to is where I'm takin the art
Givin niggaz scars, ALWAYS makin my mark
You the part 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 town's on the map
From now we fadin to black
Where we at? Thug love metal clubs ghetto
When the slugs let go like Frankie
Forever we stack notes the treasury, flow heavenly
Get you high on speech laced obscenity
Niggaz be gassed like 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
Hardcore til somebody put me under the
With a dick in your ear, still fuck with my sound
One, two, three,
me straight to the weed spot, then to the liquor sto'
"Gimme Some Mo'" like Bus', who do you trust?
Swingin through, your favorite lush

I'm I-rate, your body for live bait
Xzibit rockin them heavy gems you take
Dilate, cock back the weight, hate
Heavy we settle and set shit straight
Hit in my younger days, from the policeman
Me and my used to dance thicker than quicksand
Supply and demand the is quicker than the eye
Find some chickens to fry, while you it hard to stick to your lie
I see through the tricks, destroy the
Your little lungs is too 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 the niggaz you let shine
Expect mines to blow lines coke everytime
I'm an Alkaholik so I finish the fifth
You at the front door bitchin you ain't on the list

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