Luyện nghe bài hát Down The Line

Okay, okay, okay,
Attention to the whole
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 collectin the
And daddy since you my brother
Get yo' ass on in
Cause we gettin ready to take things 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 with the gift of gab
To grab the mic, cause I'm sorta
Vincent price, but you never so nice
So up off me, I'm seperatin men from mice
ass in every committee, city to city
Until shoes are city
The regulator innovator dominator creator of
Plus an assassinator
Lyrics display a too don sweet
Hard as concrete, and always on
Steppin to this, not allowed
You keep frontin on the stage like you're rockin the
Snatchin the real proud
But your rhymes are so booty you write em on white cloud
So next up down the line, scrap

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, cause the one that I'm
Is smashed, for reason you have to
Make each and every lyric is harmless
if not, you won't be able to calm this
Brother from brooklyn, made to fit a
And prepared for the unexpected, to make a
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
Stands for me, I'm the
Only mc with an original rap
You disagree, you get put on the pile
So stay off the set, with george and
You never a dancer who rapped well you met one
Now spin the wheel of fortunes or be and stay back
Co-host my show, like pat and don't shit
Or get ate like and barley
Save your for keith, and the beef for charlie
So next up, down the line, scoob lover

lover]
Yo, the microphone's
It's the s y'all, to the c y'all, b y'all
Well God it's me y'all
Jump back, myself, I'm so fly
Sip a brew or two, cause yo, I get high
I might hi..
.. at a pretty young girl that by
But yo, you all that, you can't
A-with the weave in your head 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, when hangin out I it
For when trouble comes then I never to meet it
I'm intellectually spoken, I'm not
are you, smokin?
You be hopin and prayin
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 the line
cee

[mister
Yo, the microphone's
Mission, to make feel the wrath
So here's a paragraph, written on
Of the ruler, dictator, dj
Makin a massacre, you couldn't through a
of combat, where 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 and flake, I break like an earthquake
When I erupt, I corrupt, to be blunt
I'ma tear up
So next up goin down the
The little shane

[little daddy
The mic is all
Mc's crawl by when see this tall guy
Six foot three huh, nobody's fry
The d-a double-d y
The s-h-a-n-e, yes me
You better believe no comp and I'm certain
So if you try to battle me, it's cur-tains
I'm no joke, the wrong one to
One false and kerrrrrr-roak!
So take it easy and on greasy
Cause I'm more than hair when it's peasy
I'm more rougher than steak when raw
So keep that in mind, mon cherie
Cause I'm a lover you quite young
And brooklyn new york, is I'm from
So keep it on and you don't
supercalafragilisticexpalidopeshit
So next up down the line, ant

[ant
Yo, the microphone's
Yeah I took it, I ain't gonna it back
And it's a fact 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 need a
But I know, if some shit down
I'll turn the whole new into bucktown
A 'face ain't real scar'red, cause I hard
And I ain't no bodyguard
the streets to new york and stay alive
All I is my loaded four-five
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 bout
That's exactly what I'm bout
Put your on it fellas
Anyway you can get back to now
Get back to your God damn
And we outta here, peace and hairgrease