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 junior high
One, two, three,
Jersey's finest in the house, and metaphors
Make foul ice grill, thug grimy on the real
Puttin heads to bed like and NyQuil

Convertible style, had the heat knockin
Bumpin shit from way back my man beatboxin
Shootin the breeze - see I'm with these
be suckin it down like fast food high-see's
Type of rap that love underground classics
Gettin more green than nigga St. Patrick
Makin wack rappers go and the set {*dial-up sounds*}
Better off a desk tryin to surf the net
Cause I be adamant, kill 'em my joints get added in
Worse than boric acid in project cabinet
Dirty Harriet, increase the
non-writin cats stuck on the plantations
Mini-skirts with tights, eatin lunch whites
Leave the party over here like Israelites
Got Cali Brooks critics, Ta' Kwe'(??)
Gonna shit down like he can't get no visits

One, two, three,
Rock the world like the Rolling Stone tour
Raw your wack set is faker a bomb threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared his palms wet
One, two, three,
The legends are made of, urban folklore
Jim Morrison we break on through
Before I care about your take on me, we on you

Yo, yo, yo
We bring it straight to your face the start, yo
Rage the Machine, break 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 battle scars, ALWAYS makin my
You fakin the part of gangster, til niggaz break in your
You bitch whether I say it or not
is hot, spittin flames on the track
Put our town's on the map
now until we fadin to black
Where we at? Thug rebels love metal clubs
the slugs let go like Frankie Beverly
Forever we notes like the treasury, flow heavenly
Get you on speech laced with obscenity
Niggaz be gassed Cipher Sounds, and need rescue remedy
Then fall the fuck off like affected with leprosy

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

I'm I-rate, usin your body for bait
Xzibit rockin them gems you can't take
Dilate, cock the weight, spread hate
Heavy metal we settle and set shit
Hit in my younger days, from the policeman
Me and my clan used to dance thicker than
Supply and demand the is quicker than the eye
Find some chickens to fry, you find it hard to stick to your lie
I see through the tricks, destroy the
Your little lungs is too weak to with God
Rah Digga, First Lady of the Flipmode
Gotta be hard like a nigga walkin the yard
For the first time, we ain't the niggaz you let
Expect mines to blow like coke everytime
I'm an Alkaholik nigga so I finish the
You at the front door because you ain't on the list

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