Luyện nghe bài hát Down for The Count

One, two, three,
Grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your door (yeah)
Puffin on Goodie, eatin and rye
Blow the spot with some old school shit from high
One, two, three,
finest in the house, punchlines and metaphors
Make foul ice grill, thug grimy on the real
heads to bed like Hennessey and NyQuil

Convertible style, still had the heat
Bumpin shit way back with my man beatboxin
Shootin the breeze - see I'm nice with
You'll be suckin it down like fast high-see's
of rap bitch that love underground classics
Gettin more than that nigga St. Patrick
wack rappers go and merc the set {*dial-up sounds*}
Better off behind a desk to surf the net
I be adamant, kill 'em when my joints get added in
Worse than acid in your project cabinet
Dirty Harriet, increase the
Leavin cats stuck on the plantations
Mini-skirts with tights, eatin lunch with
Leave the party over like they Israelites
Got Brooks critics, Ta' Kwe'(??) Xzibit
Gonna rock shit like he can't get no visits

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

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

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

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

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