Luyện nghe bài hát Down for The Count

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

Convertible style, still had the knockin
Bumpin shit from way back with my man
Shootin the breeze - see I'm nice with
You'll be suckin it down like food high-see's
Type of rap bitch that love classics
Gettin green than that nigga St. Patrick
Makin wack rappers go and merc the set sounds*}
Better off behind a desk tryin to the net
Cause I be adamant, kill 'em my joints get added in
Worse than boric in your project cabinet
Dirty Harriet, the fanbases
Leavin cats stuck on the plantations
Mini-skirts tights, eatin lunch with whites
Leave the party here like they Israelites
Got Cali critics, Ta' Kwe'(??) Xzibit
Gonna rock down like he can't get no visits

One, two, three,
Rock the whole world like the Rolling tour
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 Morrison we on through
Before I about 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 it's from the heart
I show my love in the light while hate in the dark
Straight to is where I'm takin the art
Givin battle scars, ALWAYS makin my mark
You fakin the part of gangster, til break in your spot
You straight whether I say it or not
Shit is hot, flames on the track
Put our town's on the map
From now until we to black
Where we at? Thug rebels love metal clubs
the slugs let go like Frankie Beverly
Forever we stack like the treasury, flow heavenly
Get you high on speech with obscenity
Niggaz be gassed Cipher Sounds, and need rescue remedy
Then fall the fuck off like limbs with leprosy

One, two, three,
Why the fuck can't MC no more?
til somebody put me under the ground
With a dick in your ear, couldn't 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 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 dance thicker than
and demand the hand is quicker than the eye
Find some chickens to fry, while you find it hard to to your lie
I see through the tricks, the facade
Your little is too weak to hotbox with God
Rah Digga, First 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 like coke
I'm an Alkaholik nigga so I the fifth
You at the front door bitchin because you ain't on the

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