Luyện nghe bài hát East vs. West (Remix)

[Chubb
sprung with the beat and the groove is sweet licorice
Whether white-ish, redneck-ish or (?) figureish
you speak real good, or you just st-st-stammer
You a city hood or you're country bammer
When, afraid our records hit the top ten
But they're with the shillings makin sum dead yen scorn
Born, break up dawn
Big Apple, N.Y. straight to Californ'
or Beach, swing bassed up the hoochie
If you sample George Clint', you praise Bootsy
or the J.R., Texas with the hee-haw
And the DJ cut {*scratch*}
It's strictly hip-hop, one two you stop
It's Rock with the Chubb, and with the Rawwwwwwwwk!
the waters a bit
cause I understand all this East/West bullshit

East vs. West, one
Let's see what rap kid rocks shit the
East vs. West, one
Let's see what producer produce the best
vs. West, one contest
Let's see what rap kid shit the best
East vs. West, that's
Let's go on the Fresh Fest

[Chubb
Whether it's he say or she say, say or I say
If you believe in Ali, or you him Cassius Clay
If you're gold or if those, metals don't happen
We're, all up in this rappin, no hands clappin
until me done the simple tone turns into a hum
to D.M.C., I might need help from Reverand Run
If you boast to each coast, and you who's the best
Thank God Jehovah, and Buddha bless
People, no cause I might be dead next week
And next week I can't turn the other cheek
against that, high against the - hat
Black against that is wack against wack
I've the promised land so the earth don't faze me
So, I should diss my and let the white man pay me - nah
try to test the waters a bit
cause I understand all this East/West bullshit

[Chubb
it's.. or..
it's.. or..
Whether you think Magic Johnson has the Magic
Or when Michael Jordan left basketball it was
If Pat rules the Knicks or Rodman is a freak
If we don't stick together we'll be up creek people
the single there might be a sequel level
And what we can't solve leave for the Devil
Me myself I care who's to blame
If the shit don't cease, we'll all have the same
You can say fuck it, or two quarters in the bucket
If you're sheets, or you're folding pure nuggets
(?) If you get a deal or a publishing deal
Whether you're aneroxic or you have sex
(?) you're food stampin, jackin a mansion
Whether you in Compton or you chill in East Hampton
(?) Whether weed or blow, your wife or your hoe
I don't care if you or you CEO
You're a nigga..