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
Don't snooze or
'Cause I'm rippin up
your nose, dead bodies are around

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

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

The stage is yours, but wait 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 catch em in a
You're not complete, I'm a fragment
So creative and and outstandin'
And I be demandin' you're abandoned

In the desert or a west town
I'm at your crib on a cherry-go-round
Where will she stop? No one
I said 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 cruise
All aboard, the cod is a
Some ignored when they 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 barrage of bullets with rhymes
The moral of the is: I'ma get mines

I saw the cord-less, boy, I'm gonna that
Your rhymes are cheesy, you em in a mouse 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 to be scared

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

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

With the magical wand that they're a mike
And MC's approach 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 to say what's up to my man cool Herc
And my man Bambaataa and the Zulu Nation

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

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

I get