Luyện nghe bài hát Down Syndrome

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

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

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

Yeah, the skill is a cinch, I rock the 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 bring a bag of my for the SAT

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

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

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

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

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

Let me tell you a little something 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 them from the inner city
Giving you kitties audible treats, you be for making
More money than a holiday
Not the PJ's, yet I still got something to say

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