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

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

When the mic is lifted the crowd is
Come with it, if you feel 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 smoke
Rhyme sayer, and I'm here to lay a
So watch a player when playin in player mode
L's bad, and you're soon to say
'Cause I rip the mic until the 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
not complete, I'm battlin' a fragment
So creative and witty and
And I be that you're abandoned

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

The crowd was aloud, lyrics weren't
a crack of the 40 and went to show em how
You like me now, but you didn't
'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 visual the way I'm throwin'
Visualize MC's goin
In a barrage of bullets combinated with
The moral of the is: I'ma get mines

I saw the cord-less, boy, I'm house 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 notify your next akin
'Cause when I begin it's a needle to the skin
If you prepared
Then you ought to be

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

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

I daze and amaze, my display's a
Every phrase is a maze as Uncle L
The competition lost in a freestyle
on the mic I'm the golden child

With the magical wand that callin a mike
And when MC's approach it into 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

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