Luyện nghe bài hát Down The Line

Okay, okay, okay,
to the whole crew
Scoob lover, scrap lover, I don't your dancin
Mister cee I need you on the turntables
Ant I don't need you collectin 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 the error of tryin to come near a
Rapper so and swift with the gift of gab
To the mic, cause I'm sorta like
price, but you never been so nice
So back up off me, I'm seperatin men mice
ass in every committee, city to city
Until both shoes are
The regulator innovator dominator of data
an imitator assassinator
Lyrics don't a too don sweet
as concrete, and always on beat
Steppin to this, not allowed
You keep frontin on the like you're rockin the crowd
Snatchin the microphone real
But your rhymes are so you should write em on white cloud
So up down the line, scrap lover

lover]
Aiy-aiy-yo, the microphone's
But I prefer peace, so the road'll get when
A toy mc, gets the heart to a bluff and
There's no laughter, the one that I'm after
Is smashed, for reason you have to
sure each and every lyric is harmless
Cause if not, you won't be able to calm
Brother from brooklyn, to fit a groove
And for the unexpected, to make a move
So put up your girl, and see who's in trouble troop
And if you got a sister, then make it a scoop
The capital s the c, the
for me, cause I'm the
Only mc with an rap style
You disagree, you get put on the scrap
So stay off the set, with george and
You never seen a dancer who well you met one
Now spin the wheel of fortunes or be wise and back
Co-host my show, like pat and don't shit
Or get ate like oats and
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 it's 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 pretty young that walk by
But yo, you all that, you stop?
the weave in your head 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 get fatter
Let me see I'm slim, my hair is 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 have to meet it
I'm spoken, I'm not jokin
What are you,
You be hopin and prayin
To be like scoob but what are you
Well it takes style, charisma,
Fuck up on the lover, and I bust ass
So up, movin down the line
cee

[mister
Yo, the microphone's
Mission, to dj's feel 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 mouth the mic in my hand, when I attack
I shake and bake or fake a
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 down the line
The daddy shane

daddy shane]
The mic is all
Mc's crawl by when they see 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 comp and I'm
So if you try to battle me, then it's
I'm no joke, the wrong one to
One move and kerrrrrr-roak!
So take it easy and on greasy
Cause I'm more rougher than hair when it's
I'm more rougher than steak it's raw
So keep that in mind, mon amore
Cause I'm a lover you find quite
And brooklyn new york, is where I'm
So keep it on and you quit
That
So next up down the line, ant

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

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