Luyện nghe bài hát Down The Line

Okay, okay, okay,
to the whole crew
Scoob lover, scrap lover, I don't need your
cee I don't need you on the turntables
Ant I don't need you collectin 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 don't make the of tryin to come near a
Rapper so smooth and swift with the of gab
To the mic, cause I'm sorta like
Vincent price, but you been so nice
So back up off me, I'm men from mice
Kickin ass in every committee, 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 on beat
Steppin to this, you're not
You keep frontin on the stage like you're the crowd
the microphone real proud
But your rhymes are so booty you should write em on cloud
So next up the line, scrap lover

lover]
Aiy-aiy-yo, the mine
But I prefer peace, so the road'll get rough
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
from brooklyn, made to fit a groove
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 s the c, the r-a-p
for me, cause I'm the
Only mc with an original rap
You disagree, you get put on the pile
So stay off the set, george and jet-son
You seen a dancer who rapped well you met one
Now spin the wheel of or be wise and stay back
Co-host my show, like pat and don't sa-jak
Or get ate like oats and
Save your sweat for keith, and the for charlie
So up, goin down the line, scoob lover

[scoob
Yo, the mine
the s y'all, to the c y'all, double-o b y'all
Well God damn me y'all
back, kiss myself, I'm so fly
Sip a brew or two, cause yo, I get high
I might hi..
.. at a young girl that walk by
But yo, you all that, you can't
A-with the weave in head like a mop?
You must know karate, cause your face chopped
Now back to the of the matter
I eat a lot of food, but I get fatter
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, when out I need it
For when trouble then I never have to meet it
I'm intellectually spoken, I'm not
are you, smokin?
You be hopin 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 make feel the wrath
So a paragraph, written on behalf
Of the ruler, dictator, dj
a massacre, you couldn't last through a
Round of combat, where my left at
My mouth the mic in my hand, when I attack
I and bake or fake a snake
Take em and make em and flake, I break like an earthquake
When I erupt, mc's I corrupt, to be
tear shit up
So up goin down the line
The little shane

[little daddy
The mic is all
Mc's crawl by when see this tall guy
Six foot 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 and I'm certain
So if you try to battle me, it's cur-tains
I'm no joke, the wrong one to
One move and kerrrrrr-roak!
So take it easy and slide on
Cause I'm more rougher than when it's peasy
I'm more rougher than steak it's raw
So keep that in mind, mon amore
I'm a lover you find quite young
And brooklyn new york, is I'm from
So it on and you don't quit
supercalafragilisticexpalidopeshit
So next up the line, ant live

live]
Yo, the microphone's
Yeah I took it, I ain't gonna 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
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 goes down
turn the whole new york into bucktown
A 'face real scar'red, cause I real hard
And I ain't no bodyguard
Walk the streets to new york and stay
All I is my loaded four-five
And and deadly like a killer beehive
And I can in fort greene park and survive..
And my is ant live

[big kane]
Now what I'm talkin bout
That's what 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