Luyện nghe bài hát Down The Line

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

Prepare 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 seperatin men from
ass in every committee, city to city
Until both shoes are
The regulator innovator dominator 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 the crowd
Snatchin the microphone proud
But your rhymes are so booty you should write em on cloud
So up down the line, scrap lover

lover]
Aiy-aiy-yo, the mine
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 that reason you to
Make sure 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 your girl, and let's see who's in troop
And if you got a sister, then make it a scoop
The capital s the c, the
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, george and jet-son
You never seen a dancer who well you met one
Now spin the of fortunes or be wise and stay back
my show, like pat and don't sa-jak shit
Or get ate oats and barley
your sweat for keith, and the beef for charlie
So next up, 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 me y'all
back, kiss myself, I'm so fly
Sip a brew or two, cause yo, I don't get
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 face look chopped
Now back to the 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 I'm low-key I throw on a brim
But I'm not conceited, hangin out I need it
For when trouble comes then I never have to it
I'm spoken, I'm not jokin
are you, smokin?
You be hopin and prayin
To be scoob but what are you sayin?
Well it takes style, charisma,
Fuck up on the lover, and I your ass
So next up, movin down the
cee

[mister
Yo, the mine
Mission, to dj's feel the wrath
So here's a paragraph, on behalf
Of the ruler, dictator, dj
a massacre, you couldn't last through a
Round of combat, where my left at
My mouth with the mic in my hand, when I
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 goin the line
The daddy shane

[little shane]
The mic is all
Mc's by when they see this 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, 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 than steak when it's raw
So that in mind, mon cherie amore
Cause I'm a lover you quite young
And brooklyn new york, is where I'm
So it on and you don't quit
That
So up down the line, ant live

[ant
Yo, the mine
I took it, I ain't gonna give it back
And it's a fact I can swing, I'm not a new jack
Got the mic in a chokehold, you hear a peep
Then I put it to
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 the whole new york into bucktown
A 'face ain't real scar'red, cause I hard
And I no bullshit bodyguard
Walk the to new york and stay alive
All I need is my loaded
And sweet and deadly like a killer
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 what I'm talkin bout
Put weight on it fellas
Anyway you can get back to now
Get back to your God damn
And we outta here, peace and hairgrease