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 up shows
Hold nose, dead bodies are around

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

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

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

(Eat 'em up, L)

(Eat 'em up, L)

(Eat 'em up, L)

(Eat 'em up, L)

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

In the desert or a wild west
While I'm at your 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
Just chill and listen to the rhyme
All aboard, the cod is a
Some were ignored when they toured for they

The crowd was aloud, weren't endowed
a crack of the 40 and went to show em how
You me now, but you didn't 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'
MC's goin down
In a barrage of bullets combinated with
The moral of the story is: I'ma get

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

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

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

Bought the album, analyzed the
(Hatchew!) God bless you, child
I'm when I speak to a beat
Another rapper'll fall the mission's complete

I daze and amaze, my a faze
phrase is a maze as Uncle L slays
The competition lost in a freestyle
'Cause on the mic I'm the child

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

(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 cool
And my man Afrika Bambaataa and the Nation

what what I'm sayin'
My man Marley and DJ Clash
My man
Rush

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

I get