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 snooze or
'Cause I'm up shows
Hold your nose, bodies are around

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

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

The stage is yours, but wait until the clears
Rhyme sayer, and I'm here to lay a
So watch a player when he's playin in mode
Uncle L's bad, and 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 em in a dragnet
You're not complete, I'm battlin' a
So creative and witty and
And I be demandin' that abandoned

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

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

The was aloud, lyrics weren't endowed
Took a crack of the 40 and went to em how
You like me now, but you before
'Cause you 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 combinated rhymes
The moral of the story is: get mines

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

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

But if you was
aware what the rhyme does
I remember you was an amateur
Writin' your rhymes, starin' at my

Bought the album, the style
Tisk-tisk (Hatchew!) God you, child
I'm unique 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 golden

the magical 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 to say what's up to my man cool Herc
And my man Afrika Bambaataa and the Nation

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

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

I get