Luyện nghe bài hát Down The Line

Okay, okay, okay,
to the whole crew
Scoob lover, lover, I don't need your dancin
cee I don't need you on the turntables
Ant live I don't need you the dough
And little daddy you my brother
Get yo' ass on in
Cause we gettin 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 the gift of gab
To grab the mic, cause I'm sorta
Vincent price, but you never been so
So back up off me, I'm seperatin men from
Kickin ass in committee, city to city
both shoes are city
The regulator dominator creator of data
an imitator assassinator
Lyrics don't display a too don
Hard as concrete, and always on
to this, you're not allowed
You keep frontin on the stage like you're rockin the
the microphone real proud
But your rhymes are so you should write em on white cloud
So next up down the line, lover

lover]
Aiy-aiy-yo, the microphone's
But I prefer peace, so the road'll get rough
A toy mc, the heart to pull a bluff and
no laughter, cause the one that I'm after
Is smashed, for that reason you to
Make each and every lyric is harmless
Cause if not, you won't be able to this
from brooklyn, made to fit a groove
And prepared for the unexpected, to a move
So put up your girl, and let's see in trouble troop
And if you got a sister, then make it a scoop
The s the c, the r-a-p
for me, cause I'm the
Only mc with an 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 and stay back
Co-host my show, like pat and sa-jak shit
Or get ate like and barley
your sweat for keith, and the beef for charlie
So next up, down the line, scoob lover

lover]
Yo, the mine
It's the s y'all, to the c y'all, double-o b
Well God it's me y'all
Jump back, myself, I'm so fly
Sip a brew or two, cause yo, I don't get
I wave hi..
.. at a pretty girl that walk by
But yo, you all that, you can't
A-with the weave in your like a mop?
You must know karate, cause your face look
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 well
And when I'm low-key I on a brim
But I'm not conceited, when out I need it
For when trouble then I never have to meet it
I'm spoken, I'm not jokin
What are you,
You be wishin and prayin
To be like scoob but what are you
Well it takes style, charisma,
up on the lover, and I bust your ass
So next up, down the line
cee

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

daddy shane]
The mic is all
Mc's crawl by they 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, then it's
I'm no joke, the one to provoke
One false and kerrrrrr-roak!
So take it and slide on greasy
Cause I'm more rougher hair when it's peasy
I'm more rougher than when it's raw
So keep that in mind, mon amore
I'm a lover you find quite young
And brooklyn new york, is where I'm
So it on and you don't quit
That
So next up the line, ant live

[ant
Yo, the mine
I took it, I ain't gonna give it back
And a fact that I can swing, I'm not a new jack
Got the mic in a chokehold, you hear a peep
I put it to sleep
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 turn the whole new york bucktown
A 'face ain't scar'red, cause I real hard
And I ain't no bullshit
the streets to new york and stay alive
All I is my loaded four-five
And sweet and like a killer beehive
And I can in fort greene park and survive..
And my is ant live

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