Luyện nghe bài hát Down The Line

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

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

[scrap
Aiy-aiy-yo, the microphone's
But I peace, so the road'll get rough when
A toy mc, the heart to pull a bluff and
There's no laughter, cause the one I'm after
Is smashed, for that you have to
Make sure each and every lyric is
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 see who's in trouble troop
And if you got a sister, then make it a double
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 pile
So stay off the set, with and jet-son
You never a dancer who rapped well you met one
Now spin the wheel of fortunes or be wise and back
Co-host my show, like pat and don't sa-jak
Or get ate oats and barley
Save your sweat for keith, and the beef for
So next up, goin down the line, scoob

lover]
Yo, the mine
It's the s y'all, to the c y'all, b y'all
Well God it's me y'all
back, kiss myself, I'm so fly
Sip a or two, cause yo, I don't get high
I might hi..
.. at a pretty girl that walk by
But yo, you all that, you stop?
the weave in your head 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 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 comes 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 but what are you sayin?
it takes style, charisma, class
Fuck up on the lover, and I your ass
So next up, movin down the
cee

[mister
Yo, the mine
Mission, to make dj's feel the
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 with the mic in my hand, I attack
I and bake or fake a snake
Take em and make em ache and flake, I like an earthquake
When I erupt, mc's I corrupt, to be
I'ma shit up
So next up down the line
The little shane

[little daddy
The mic is all
Mc's by when they see this tall guy
Six foot three huh, 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 one to provoke
One move and kerrrrrr-roak!
So take it easy and slide on
Cause I'm more rougher than hair 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 young
And brooklyn new york, is where I'm
So keep it on and you quit
supercalafragilisticexpalidopeshit
So next up down the line, ant

[ant
Yo, the mine
Yeah I took it, I ain't gonna give it
And a fact that I can swing, I'm not a new jack
Got the mic in a chokehold, you won't hear a
I put it to sleep
I see a lot of brothers got raisins in the
Not al pacino, I don't a scarface
But I know, if some goes down
I'll turn the whole new into bucktown
A 'face ain't real scar'red, I real hard
And I ain't no bodyguard
Walk the streets to new and stay alive
All I need is my loaded
And sweet and deadly like a killer
And I can in fort greene park and survive..
And my is ant live

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