Luyện nghe bài hát Extra Abstract Skillz

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We to bring em out
We bout to em out
A lot of niggaz in this rap world, out, and dumb out
Me, I the bassline and drum out
Plus write scriptures, that bust pictures
When Mad Skillz, Reef Daddy? plus Tip
stepped inside the lab, to keep the Extra Skillz Ab
You true fat or cut the flab
On the microphone hot it's Skillz before
A wack nigga rhymin, a raw beat
And I got both, bout to cook up a loaf of
on motherfuckin head!
Skillz]
Yeah, here that kid Mad Skillz rippin styles with perfections
Makin rappers like they had yeast infections
I'm prone to rip microphones, keep rap
Step on niggaz domes, crews with Down's Syndrome
I'm Skillz, ending out the Abstract
Grinding on nouns, hittin verbs the back
It's like that, that's the only way be
So if it gets nigga, it got to be by me
I represent V-A well, to the Cella Dwell
of rappers up, like my first name was Denzel
Who wanna test and attempt to come near
I your puny record sales and end your career
here, no need to get fly and shit
In ninety-five, I'm on sucka MC wanna die
To chest and watch the mic get ripped
Mad Skillz, P, and my brother Q-Tip
Abstract]
Huhuhuhuhuhuh *shuddering like the Doc Bruce Banner
Hit you with a ray is similar to Gamma
Do you in miracles, ?
like I believe in myself, but I don't in you
you need to do is get faith
Take your spiritual, out your body, put it in a higher
Cause I'ma out, the Holy Ghost in niggaz
in my lyrical church, and I be niggaz, uh
Submergin in water, you know you oughta
all the glitter and flash, and get raw ass
I've been by the feeling, to keep the hip-hop
raw and the wack rappers reeling
Mad Skillz
Who got the shit that make your go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ that be Abstract
packin shit to make your wigs go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE that be Extra Abstract
Whose got the shit that make your wig go
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ be Extra Abstract
Who got the that make your wig go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ..
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Yo, check the status, I write madness like Kane
MC's and pullin souls out the frame
You know my name, invincible Mad Skillz
Intoxicatin rappers eight million Advils
You comin black, your lyrics, fuck a gat
Don't play, every nigga in V-A got my back
I strapped with lyrics and hooks intact
You ain't gettin shit, Virginia'll send your tape back
Don't waste time tryin to sound like me
Nigga treat me like a lifeguard and just drown for me
I take you back like the Island
in the three twenty-five, with your fuckin wife
Uh, like
Mad Skillz, Extra
Keepin it on the set
Yeah, wreck
Yeah we bout to blast off
Mad bout to blast off
Tribe Quest bout to blast off
Large bout to blast off
All around just off
East coast, we bout to it off
Down South blast it off
Uptown you gotta it off uh
V-A you blast it off