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 little daddy you my brother
Get yo' ass on in
Cause we gettin ready to take things the line
we go one time

Prepare yourself for mc
And make the error of tryin to come near a
Rapper so smooth and swift the gift of gab
To grab the mic, cause I'm sorta
Vincent price, but you been so nice
So back up off me, I'm men from mice
ass in every committee, city to city
Until shoes are city
The regulator innovator dominator of data
Plus an assassinator
Lyrics don't display a too don
as concrete, and always on beat
Steppin to this, you're not
You keep frontin on the like you're rockin the crowd
Snatchin the microphone real
But your are so booty you should write em on white cloud
So next up the line, scrap lover

lover]
Aiy-aiy-yo, the microphone's
But I prefer peace, so the get rough when
A toy mc, gets the to pull a bluff and
There's no laughter, the one that I'm after
Is smashed, for reason you have to
Make sure each and lyric is harmless
Cause if not, you won't be able to this
Brother brooklyn, made to fit a groove
And for the unexpected, to make a move
So put up girl, and let's see who's in trouble troop
And if you got a sister, then it a double scoop
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 and jet-son
You never a dancer who rapped well you met one
Now the wheel of fortunes or be wise and stay back
Co-host my show, like pat and don't sa-jak
Or get ate oats and barley
your sweat for keith, and the beef for charlie
So next up, goin the line, scoob lover

[scoob
Yo, the microphone's
It's the s y'all, to the c y'all, b y'all
God damn it's me y'all
Jump back, myself, I'm so fly
Sip a brew or two, yo, I don't get high
I wave hi..
.. at a pretty girl that walk by
But yo, you all that, you stop?
A-with the in your head like a mop?
You know karate, cause your face look chopped
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 throw on a
But I'm not conceited, hangin out I need it
For trouble comes then I never have to meet it
I'm intellectually spoken, I'm not
are you, smokin?
You be hopin wishin and
To be like scoob but what are you
Well it style, charisma, class
Fuck up on the lover, and I your ass
So next up, movin down the
cee

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

[little daddy
The mic is all
Mc's crawl by when they see this guy
Six three huh, nobody's small fry
The d-a double-d y
The s-h-a-n-e, yes me
You believe there's no comp and I'm certain
So if you try to battle me, it's cur-tains
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 than hair 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 quite young
And brooklyn new york, is where I'm
So keep it on and you don't
That
So next up down the line, ant

live]
Yo, the mine
Yeah I took it, I ain't gonna give it
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
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 shit goes down
I'll turn the whole new york bucktown
A ain't real scar'red, cause I real hard
And I ain't no bodyguard
Walk the streets to new york and stay
All I need is my loaded
And sweet and deadly like a killer
And I can stalk in greene park and survive..
And my name is ant

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