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
Don't or doze
I'm rippin up shows
Hold your nose, dead bodies are

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

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

The stage is yours, but until the smoke clears
Rhyme sayer, and I'm here to lay a
So watch a when he's playin in player mode
Uncle L's bad, and soon to say
'Cause I rip the mic until the toon

(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
not complete, I'm battlin' a fragment
So and witty and outstandin'
And I be demandin' that abandoned

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

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

The crowd was aloud, weren't endowed
Took a crack of the 40 and 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 the way I'm throwin' down
Visualize goin down
In a barrage of bullets with rhymes
The moral of the story is: get mines

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

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

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

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

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

With the magical 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 you just chill
(Eat em up, L)

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

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

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

I get