Luyện nghe bài hát Down The Line

Okay, okay, okay,
Attention to the crew
Scoob lover, scrap lover, I don't need your
Mister cee I don't you on the turntables
Ant I don't need you collectin the dough
And little daddy you my brother
Get yo' ass on in
Cause we gettin ready to take things down the
we go one time

Prepare yourself for mc
And don't make the error of tryin to come a
Rapper so smooth and swift the gift of gab
To grab the mic, cause I'm sorta
Vincent price, but you never so nice
So back up off me, I'm seperatin men mice
Kickin ass in every committee, to city
both shoes are city
The regulator innovator dominator creator of
an imitator assassinator
Lyrics display a too don sweet
as concrete, and always on beat
Steppin to this, you're not
You frontin on the stage like you're rockin the crowd
the microphone real proud
But your rhymes are so booty you write em on white cloud
So up down the line, scrap lover

[scrap
Aiy-aiy-yo, the mine
But I prefer peace, so the road'll get when
A toy mc, gets the heart to pull a and
There's no laughter, the one that I'm after
Is smashed, for reason you have to
Make sure each and every lyric is
Cause if not, you won't be able to calm
Brother from brooklyn, made to fit a
And prepared for the unexpected, to make a
So put up girl, and let's see who's in trouble troop
And if you got a sister, make it a double scoop
The capital s the c, the
Stands for me, I'm the
mc with an original rap style
You disagree, you get put on the scrap
So stay off the set, with george and
You seen a dancer who rapped well you met one
Now spin the of fortunes or be wise and stay back
Co-host my show, like pat and don't shit
Or get ate oats and barley
Save your sweat for keith, and the for charlie
So up, goin down the line, scoob lover

[scoob
Yo, the microphone's
It's the s y'all, to the c y'all, double-o b
Well God damn it's me
Jump back, myself, I'm so fly
Sip a brew or two, yo, I don't get high
I might hi..
.. at a pretty young girl that by
But yo, you all that, you can't
A-with the weave in head like a mop?
You must know karate, cause your look chopped
Now to the subject of the matter
I eat a lot of food, but I won't get
Let me see I'm slim, my is well trimmed
And when I'm I throw on a brim
But I'm not conceited, hangin out I need it
For when comes then I never have to meet it
I'm intellectually spoken, I'm not
What are you,
You be wishin and prayin
To be like but what are you sayin?
Well it style, charisma, class
up on the lover, and I bust your ass
So next up, down the line
cee

[mister
Yo, the microphone's
Mission, to make dj's feel the
So here's a paragraph, written on
Of the ruler, dictator, dj
a massacre, you couldn't last through a
Round of combat, my left arm's at
My with the mic in my hand, when I attack
I and bake or fake a snake
em and make em ache and flake, I break like an earthquake
When I erupt, I corrupt, to be blunt
I'ma shit up
So next up down the line
The little shane

daddy shane]
The mic is all
Mc's crawl by when see this tall guy
Six three huh, nobody's small fry
The d-a double-d y
The s-h-a-n-e, yes me
You better believe there's no comp and I'm
So if you try to battle me, it's cur-tains
I'm no joke, the one to provoke
One move and kerrrrrr-roak!
So it easy and slide on greasy
Cause I'm rougher than hair when it's peasy
I'm more rougher than steak when raw
So keep that in mind, mon amore
Cause I'm a you find quite young
And new york, is where I'm from
So keep it on and you don't
That
So next up down the line, ant

[ant
Yo, the mine
I took it, I ain't gonna give it back
And it's a fact that I can swing, I'm not a new
Got the mic in a chokehold, you won't a peep
I put it to sleep
I see a lot of brothers got raisins in the
Not al pacino, I need a scarface
But I know, if some shit goes
I'll turn the whole new york into
A ain't real scar'red, cause I real hard
And I no bullshit bodyguard
the streets to new york and stay alive
All I need is my four-five
And sweet and like a killer beehive
And I can stalk in fort park and survive..
And my is ant live

[big daddy
Now that's what I'm talkin
That's exactly what I'm talkin
Put your weight on it
you can get back to work now
Get back to your God jobs
And we outta here, love and hairgrease