Luyện nghe bài hát Eat Em Up L Chill

(Eat 'em up, L)

(Eat 'em up, L)

(Eat 'em up, L)

(Eat 'em up, L)

Bring on the mo's and
Don't snooze or
'Cause I'm up shows
Hold your nose, bodies are around

I leave scratch under the tears of a clown
I write that shine like lipstick
So material, but not materialistic
Imperial I use

When the mic is lifted the is amused
Come it, if you feel you're full-fledged
Or yell "Geronimo!" and off the edge
Your e-n-d is near I appear

The stage is yours, but wait until the smoke
Rhyme sayer, and I'm to lay a load
So a player when he's playin in player mode
L's bad, and you're soon to say
'Cause I rip the mic the toon decay

(Eat 'em up, L)

(Eat 'em up, L)

(Eat 'em up, L)

(Eat 'em up, L)

MC's are dumb, I catch em in a
You're not complete, I'm a fragment
So and witty and outstandin'
And I be demandin' that abandoned

In the or a wild west town
While I'm at crib on a cherry-go-round
will she stop? No one knows
Like I said before, on the mo's and ho's

I my abc's and my p's and q's
chill and listen to the rhyme cruise
All aboard, the cod is a
Some ignored when they toured for they bored

The crowd was aloud, lyrics endowed
Took a crack of the 40 and went to em how
You like me now, but you before
you forgot I was raw

(Eat em up, L)

(Eat em up, L)

(Eat em up, L)

(Yo, eat em up, L)

Ah
of the funk, ah
(Go 'head, baby)
(Do it)

Go 'head,
(Do it)

(Do it)

(Eat em up, L)

(Eat em up, L)

(Eat em up, L)

(Yo, eat em up, L) x 2]

so visual the way I'm throwin' down
Visualize MC's goin
In a barrage of bullets combinated with
The moral of the story is: get mines

I saw the cord-less, boy, I'm house that
Your rhymes are cheesy, you found em in a trap
try to front while the freestyle's droppin
He wants to battle, he must be

You better notify next akin
'Cause when I begin it's like a to the skin
If you prepared
Then you to be scared

But if you was
You're aware what the does
I when you was an amateur
Writin' rhymes, starin' at my signature

Bought the album, the style
Tisk-tisk (Hatchew!) God you, child
I'm unique I speak to a beat
Another rapper'll fall when the mission's

I and amaze, my display's a faze
Every phrase is a as Uncle L slays
The that's lost in a freestyle
'Cause on the mic I'm the child

With the magical wand that they're callin a
And when MC's approach it turns into a

(Eat em up, L)

(Eat em up, L)

(Eat em up, L)

(Eat em up, L)
Why don't you chill
(Eat em up, L)

I want to say what's up to my man Herc
And my man Afrika Bambaataa and the Zulu

Know what I'm sayin'
My man Marley Marl and DJ
My man
Town

Def Jam
We in the
Of course I gotta say up to my homeboys EPMD

I get