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 are around

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

the mic is lifted 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 until the smoke clears
Rhyme sayer, and I'm here to lay a
So a player when he's playin in player mode
L's bad, and you're 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 catch em in a
You're not complete, I'm a fragment
So creative and witty and
And I be demandin' that you're

In the desert or a wild west
While I'm at crib on a cherry-go-round
Where she stop? No one knows
Like I before, bring 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 for they bored

The crowd was aloud, lyrics endowed
Took a of the 40 and went 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]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Eat em up, L)

(Eat em up, L)

(Eat em up, L)

(Eat em up, L)
Why don't you just
(Eat em up, L)

I want to say what's up to my man cool
And my man Afrika Bambaataa and the Zulu

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

Def Jam
We in the
Of course I gotta say up to my homeboys EPMD

I get