Luyện nghe bài hát Down The Line

Okay, okay, okay,
Attention to the whole
Scoob lover, scrap lover, I need your dancin
Mister cee I need you on the turntables
Ant live I don't need you the dough
And little since you my brother
Get yo' ass on in
Cause we gettin ready to take things the line
Here we go one

yourself for mc terror
And make the error of tryin to come near a
Rapper so smooth and swift with the of gab
To grab the mic, I'm sorta like
price, but you never been so nice
So back up off me, I'm men from mice
ass in every committee, city to city
Until both are city
The regulator innovator dominator of data
Plus an assassinator
Lyrics don't a too don sweet
as concrete, and always on beat
Steppin to this, you're not
You keep frontin on the stage like you're the crowd
Snatchin the microphone real
But your rhymes are so you should write em on white cloud
So next up down the line, scrap

[scrap
Aiy-aiy-yo, the microphone's
But I peace, so the road'll get rough when
A toy mc, gets the heart to pull a and
There's no laughter, cause the one that I'm
Is smashed, for reason you have to
Make each and every lyric is harmless
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, then make it a double
The s the c, the r-a-p
Stands for me, I'm the
Only mc with an original rap
You disagree, you get put on the scrap
So stay off the set, with george and
You never seen a who rapped well you met one
Now spin the wheel of fortunes or be wise and stay
Co-host my show, like pat and don't shit
Or get ate oats and barley
Save your for keith, and the beef for charlie
So next up, goin the line, scoob lover

lover]
Yo, the microphone's
It's the s y'all, to the c y'all, b y'all
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 wave hi..
.. at a young girl that walk by
But yo, you all that, you can't
A-with the weave in your head 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 hair is trimmed
And when I'm low-key I on a brim
But I'm not conceited, hangin out I need it
For when trouble comes I never have to meet it
I'm intellectually spoken, I'm not
are you, smokin?
You be wishin and prayin
To be like scoob but are you sayin?
it takes style, charisma, class
Fuck up on the lover, and I your ass
So next up, down the line
cee

[mister
Yo, the mine
Mission, to dj's feel the wrath
So here's a paragraph, written on
Of the ruler, dictator, dj
Makin a massacre, you last through a
of combat, where my left arm's at
My mouth with the mic in my hand, when I
I shake and bake or a snake
Take em and make em ache and flake, I like an earthquake
When I erupt, I corrupt, to be blunt
tear shit up
So up goin down the line
The little shane

[little shane]
The mic is all
Mc's by when they see this tall guy
Six three huh, nobody's small fry
The little d-a y
The s-h-a-n-e, yes me
You better there's no comp and I'm certain
So if you try to battle me, then it's
I'm no joke, the one to provoke
One move and kerrrrrr-roak!
So take it easy and slide on
Cause I'm rougher than hair when it's peasy
I'm more rougher than when it's raw
So that in mind, mon cherie amore
Cause I'm a lover you find quite
And brooklyn new york, is I'm from
So keep it on and you don't
supercalafragilisticexpalidopeshit
So next up the line, ant live

[ant
Yo, the mine
Yeah I took it, I ain't gonna it back
And a fact that I can swing, I'm not a new jack
Got the mic in a chokehold, you won't a peep
I put it to sleep
I see a lot of brothers got in the place
Not al pacino, I don't a scarface
But I know, if some shit down
I'll turn the whole new into bucktown
A 'face ain't real scar'red, cause I hard
And I ain't no bodyguard
Walk the to new york and stay alive
All I is my loaded four-five
And sweet and deadly like a killer
And I can stalk in fort greene and survive..
And my is ant live

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