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 and ho's
snooze or doze
'Cause I'm rippin up
Hold nose, dead bodies are around

I leave scratch marks under the of a clown
I write rhymes that shine like
So material, but not materialistic
styles I use

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

The stage is yours, but wait the smoke clears
Rhyme sayer, and I'm to lay a load
So watch a player he's playin in player mode
Uncle L's bad, and you're to say
I rip the mic until 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 battlin' a
So creative and and outstandin'
And I be demandin' that you're

In the desert or a west town
I'm at your crib on a cherry-go-round
Where will she stop? No one
Like I said before, bring on the and ho's

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

The crowd was aloud, lyrics endowed
a crack of the 40 and went to show 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]

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

I saw the cord-less, boy, I'm gonna house
Your rhymes are cheesy, you found em in a trap
Don't try to while the freestyle's droppin
He wants to battle, he be needle-poppin

You better notify your akin
'Cause I begin it's like a needle to the skin
If you prepared
Then you ought to be

But if you was
You're aware the rhyme does
I remember when you was an
Writin' your rhymes, at my signature

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

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

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

(Eat em up, L)

(Eat em up, L)

(Eat em up, L)

(Eat em up, L)
Why you just chill
(Eat em up, L)

I want to say up to my man cool Herc
And my man Afrika and the Zulu Nation

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

Def Jam
We in the
Of course I say what's up to my homeboys EPMD

I get