Luyện nghe bài hát Drop The Needle

The
Wes
the
is in full

1:

Let your backbone
let it let the rythym rip
while my lyrics leave my
ladies and gentleman kids of all
watch a brother roamin' on
name a bell from state to state
province to till you can't escape
it's a margin
bargin'
blowin' away and still chargin'
up the crowd while the
says the name they get looser
Maestro Maestro magnitude
that's longer the lines of latitude
going it to drop it
topic to
yo are you ready for the (yeah)
drop it

drop the
drop the
drop the
the needle

2:

the needle drops like a pops
rocks the whole crowd can't stop
ladies wave and like slaves
with sound wave a guy's Mr. Hayes
I pave a road the poems explode drum
globe to globe to airlobe
started at now the Z rocks it
zipcode to zipcode I should it
they won't stop the chumps they chop it
chunks and chunks and then shop it
on the and I hate
to hear my rhymes of a rate
I should the eyes of spies
and all districs for disguise

in the form of the highest
of a hip-hop rhymes
it easy to cruise
you get bruised if you're not
silence is lost as the comes down
Wes goes off on the microphone
cord or
it don't cause I rock the fresh vest
Hiroshima and hurricaine
LTD is on the cut the name
the needle skip or the crowd will flip to frantic
as I watch 'em
D draws the wax like a bow
the bass is the arrow to break the poem I
it off like a rocket
again are you for the drop
(yeah)
then it

smoother than smooth can get plus
I'll be
like silk
starin' at the as melodies are built
Everest I'm ever ready for the prospade
I have a never fest just cascade
I'm a go on I'm a run and I'm a go on
and tell two
so on (so on)
I ain't
I lamp the dope state massives
down Scarborough
down the jungle
down Michee Mee
down Rumble
down with self from flemo
this was a hit it was a demo
to the studio with Pete
and Anthony to lay the beats
and now just too damn sweet
I'm the voice in the sonys walking down the
it

3:

(yo Maestro, tell 'em you wear)
I wear a black
black
(oh my God)
a black tuxedo with the of Van Damne
talk slang while the ladies
runnin' hoes than close to a pimp
rhymes so rugged make you limp
some MC's like to dance all
but I the brothers who can rock the mic
with base and big beats but then again
nowadays most rappers sound

they off weak and they're so-so
I'll be down to the pound and jump
thousand of poem make the microphone prone to stand alone
a Tallahasee lassie me
(Wes, how can you rap so rough, get crappy?)
cause I'm
making the move
it's a cruise with a tape tune two-twenty-two
that's a forty four times more than a migraine
like an unsolved mind game
the is defined as the maestro
glicseran sizillin' height so
comin' 'em on a scent of napomn
the bomb as I raise my baton on
and on the
inject the
MC's like a late of heroin

suckers be
I smoke the piece D does the
on the techniques tomahawk it
are you for the drop (yeah)
drop it

4:

United States United
the rhymes I bring spread like syndroms
T.O. it New York freshed it
all these def hits you can't this
still buggin' clock 'nuff duckin'
no yo hold up hold up
now it
one hour flight and I'm
like Jason I'm a Manhatten
each and every seminair
another mar la parde you're gonna get
I run a dead poll rapper dread this
be pain at the naming of the dead list
or the red list the shed fest
fist to fist on the mic left headless
broke into the vault like Capone
didn't find jack so they all went
my vault could never be I locked it
be scopin' or hopin' to pop it
eighty nine is mine you stop it
are you for the drop (yeah)
drop it

now me
(are you ready)
hit it
hit it
hit it
hit
hit it
hit it


hit it