Luyện nghe bài hát Down for The Count

One, two, three,
Grimy 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 in the house, punchlines and metaphors
Make your foul ice grill, grimy on the real
Puttin heads to bed Hennessey and NyQuil

Convertible style, still had the heat
shit from way back with my man beatboxin
Shootin the - see I'm nice with these
You'll be suckin it down like fast high-see's
Type of rap bitch that love classics
Gettin more 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 when my joints get in
Worse than acid in your project cabinet
Dirty Harriet, increase the
non-writin cats stuck on the plantations
Mini-skirts with tights, lunch with whites
Leave the party over here like they
Got Cali critics, Ta' Kwe'(??) Xzibit
Gonna rock down like he can't get no visits

One, two, three,
the whole 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 stuff legends are made of, folklore
Like Jim we break on through
I care about your take on me, we take on you

Yo, yo, yo
We bring it to your face from the start, yo
Against the Machine, break it apart
Might be over your head, but it's from the heart
I my love in the light while why'all hate in the dark
to apocalypse is where I'm takin the art
Givin niggaz battle scars, makin my mark
You fakin the part of gangster, til niggaz break in spot
You bitch whether I say it or not
Shit is hot, flames on the track
Put our names on the map
now until we fadin to black
Where we at? Thug rebels love metal ghetto
When the slugs let go like Beverly
Forever we stack notes the treasury, flow heavenly
Get you high on speech laced with
Niggaz be gassed like Cipher Sounds, and rescue remedy
Then fall the fuck off like affected with leprosy

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

I'm I-rate, usin body for live bait
Xzibit rockin them heavy gems you can't
Dilate, back the weight, spread hate
Heavy metal we settle and set shit
Hit gates in my younger days, the policeman
Me and my used to dance thicker than quicksand
Supply and demand the is quicker than the eye
Find some to fry, while you find it hard to stick to your lie
I see through the tricks, destroy the
Your lungs 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 niggaz you let
Expect mines to lines like 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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