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
snooze or doze
'Cause I'm rippin up
your nose, dead bodies are around

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

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

The stage is yours, but wait until the clears
sayer, and I'm here to lay a load
So watch a player when 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 em in a dragnet
You're not complete, I'm battlin' a
So and witty and outstandin'
And I be that you're abandoned

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

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

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

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

You better notify your akin
'Cause when I begin it's like a needle to the
If you wasn't
Then you ought to be

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

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

I daze and amaze, my a faze
phrase 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 they're callin a mike
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 you just 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
Rush

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

I get