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 live I don't need you collectin the
And little since you my brother
Get yo' ass on in
Cause we ready to take things down the line
Here we go one

Prepare yourself for mc
And don't make the error of tryin to come a
Rapper so smooth and swift with the of gab
To the mic, cause I'm sorta like
Vincent price, but you never been so
So back up off me, I'm seperatin men mice
Kickin ass in every committee, to city
Until both are city
The regulator dominator creator of data
Plus an imitator
Lyrics don't a too don sweet
as concrete, and always on beat
Steppin to this, you're not
You keep on the stage like you're rockin the crowd
Snatchin the real proud
But your are so booty you should 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, cause the one that I'm
Is smashed, for that reason you to
sure each and every lyric is harmless
Cause if not, you won't be able to this
Brother from brooklyn, to fit a groove
And for the unexpected, to make a move
So put up your girl, and let's see who's in troop
And if you got a sister, make it a double scoop
The s the c, the r-a-p
for me, cause I'm the
Only mc an original rap style
You disagree, you get put on the scrap
So off the set, with george and jet-son
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 sa-jak
Or get ate like and barley
Save your sweat for keith, and the for charlie
So next up, goin down the line, scoob

[scoob
Yo, the mine
the s y'all, to the c y'all, double-o b y'all
Well God damn me y'all
Jump back, myself, I'm so fly
Sip a brew or two, yo, I don't get high
I might hi..
.. at a young girl that walk by
But yo, you all that, you stop?
A-with the weave in your like a mop?
You must know karate, cause your face look
Now back to the subject of the
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 low-key I on a brim
But I'm not conceited, when hangin out I it
For trouble comes then I never have to meet it
I'm spoken, I'm not jokin
What are you,
You be wishin and prayin
To be scoob but what are you sayin?
Well it style, charisma, class
Fuck up on the lover, and I your ass
So next up, movin the line
cee

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

daddy shane]
The mic is all
Mc's crawl by when they see tall guy
Six foot three huh, small fry
The little d-a y
The s-h-a-n-e, yes me
You better believe there's no and I'm certain
So if you try to battle me, then cur-tains
I'm no joke, the wrong one to
One move and kerrrrrr-roak!
So take it easy and on greasy
I'm more rougher than hair when it's peasy
I'm more rougher than steak it's raw
So that in mind, mon cherie amore
Cause I'm a lover you find quite
And brooklyn new york, is where I'm
So keep it on and you quit
That
So up down the line, ant live

live]
Yo, the microphone's
Yeah I it, I ain't gonna give it back
And it's a that I can swing, I'm not a new jack
Got the mic in a chokehold, you won't a peep
Then I put it to
I see a lot of got raisins in the place
Not al pacino, I don't a scarface
But I know, if some shit goes
I'll the whole new york into bucktown
A ain't real scar'red, cause I real hard
And I ain't no bodyguard
Walk the streets to new york and alive
All I is my loaded four-five
And sweet and deadly like a beehive
And I can stalk in fort greene and survive..
And my is ant live

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