Luyện nghe bài hát Down Syndrome

I be that mind blessin', these lessons we've ignited
to bring it to my face, man, you're cordially invited
'Cause I've cited, you possess no in your thinking
So I'm gonna never, you're

Fingers be pointin' and leakin' the stink
You I'm pink, I blink with them shades of thought and think
And in this corner be the hush, so on William Rhodes
'Cause at the sound of the bell my circle controls
And all MC's sweat, we bringin buckets of heat

So fret, kid, I let you lick the love I secrete, yo
Even my foes give me and that shows
domination in this rhyme complication

Yeah, the is a cinch, I rock the womb with a mic
And in the of the nickel and breast
I knew de yes yes was the callin, clearly not for the gat
For combat, I a bag of my rhymes for the SAT

I'm Plug one-of-a-kind, for you delight
And for you MC's, step to your knees
Ain't no second thoughts and all your are from Orion
I can tell that you a devil by the rhymes you're
Your play doggin' tactics, can't fuck my facets
Just because you talk all glock shit
Don't you can rock shit
Your on freeze
Just a form of protozoa tryin' to cross seas

See high horse riders gettin' by the sheriff
'Cause safe for crimes
And even all you skirts need to checkin' in upstairs attic
'Cause Mase is smackin' hoes, if is startin' static

Now it ain't all good when your jam goes
So as a deterrent, I use mental
Got them brothers shook, the look comin' out of the face
'Cause they all catch a bruise the hits we make

Your fame and cars be listed as magnets
never die but they can get shot and killed
Ain't nuttin glitter when you're MC's
You once imitated in a mirror so to syndrome, you kneel

The status I heard, the same nothin'
My ears fears the faulty locks to lock down the stops
But I earn more than Menudo or your Boyz II Men
While the syndrome you immune to frequencies I send
than a sniff off havin' them J in fifth
I with your rhythm
But I for more than just a Benz, so mends
I'm cuttin' off my friends to keep a smile calicum grain

Let me you a little something about the self
'em, son
I be a piece of the East coast, so a toast to
Plug why back in the day who soaked his words in jigga
So when I ran a phrase in June you catch it 'til December
I'm a member of kids from the inner city
Giving you kitties treats, you be aching for making
More money than a pagan
Not the PJ's, yet I still got something to say

Say what You gritty like a diamond grenade
For the spot you tries to fool Parade
You acrobats flip the star gazin' map, for that
You'll be the to place, and ran it all to a waste
And all the style that you bring gotta make bend
You rip it from the start when the beats come in