Luyện nghe bài hát Down Syndrome

I be that mind blessin', blessin' lessons we've ignited
Want to 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

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

So don't fret, kid, I let you the love I secrete, yo
Even my foes give me and that shows
Total domination in this complication

Yeah, the skill is a cinch, I the womb with a mic
And in the days of the nickel and
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 people's
And for you MC's, step to your knees
no second thoughts and all your thoughts are from Orion
I can that you a devil by the rhymes you're designin'
Your play tactics, can't fuck with my facets
Just because you talk all that shit
mean you can rock shit
Your on freeze
a form of protozoa tryin' to cross them seas

See horse riders gettin' shot by the sheriff
nobody's safe for crimes
And even all you skirts need to in your upstairs attic
'Cause Mase is hoes, if hoes is startin' static

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

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

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

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

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