Luyện nghe bài hát Extra Abstract Skillz

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We to bring em out
We to bring em out
A lot of niggaz in rap world, come out, and dumb out
Me, I bring the and drum out
Plus write scriptures, that bust pictures
Mad Skillz, ?Cool Reef Daddy? plus Tip
just stepped the lab, to keep the Extra Skillz Ab
You either true fat or cut the
On the hot it's Skillz before heat
A wack nigga rhymin, a raw beat
And I got both, bout to cook up a loaf of
on your head!
[Mad
Yeah, here comes that kid Mad Skillz styles with perfections
Makin rappers uncomfortable they had yeast infections
I'm prone to rip microphones, keep rap
on niggaz domes, leavin crews with Down's Syndrome
I'm Skillz, out the Extra Abstract
Grinding on nouns, verbs from the back
It's like that, the only way it'll be
So if it gets nigga, it got to be by me
I V-A well, peace to the Cella Dwell
Washing-tons of rappers up, like my first name was
Who come test and attempt to come near
I shaked puny record sales and end your career
Lookie here, no need to get fly and
In ninety-five, I'm on sucka MC die shit
To your chest and the mic get ripped
Mad Skillz, Extra P, and my brother
Abstract]
Huhuhuhuhuhuh *shuddering like the Doc Bruce Banner
Hit you with a ray which is to Gamma
Do you in miracles, ?
I believe in myself, but I don't believe in you
What you to do is get faith
Take your spiritual, out your body, put it in a place
Cause bring out, the Holy Ghost in niggaz
in my lyrical church, and I be niggaz, uh
Submergin bodies in water, you you oughta
all the glitter and flash, and get raw ass
I've been ordained by the feeling, to the hip-hop
raw and the wack rappers reeling
Mad Skillz
Who got the shit that make your wigs go
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ that be Extra
Who's packin shit to make your wigs go
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ that be Abstract
Whose got the shit make your wig go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ that be Abstract
Who got the shit that your wig go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ..
Skillz]
Yo, check the status, I write like Sutter Kane
Body-snatchin MC's and souls out the frame
You know my name, V-A's Mad Skillz
Intoxicatin rappers eight million Advils
You comin black, bring your lyrics, a gat
play, every real nigga in V-A got my back
I come strapped with lyrics and intact
You ain't gettin shit, Virginia'll your demo tape back
Don't your time tryin to sound like me
Nigga treat me like a sleeping lifeguard and just for me
I you back like the Ebony Island
in the three twenty-five, with your fuckin freestylin
Uh, like
Mad Skillz, Abstract
Keepin it on the set
Yeah, wreck
Yeah yeah we to blast off
Mad Skillz bout to off
Tribe Called Quest bout to off
Large Professor to blast off
All just blastin off
East coast, we to blast it off
Down gotta blast it off
you gotta blast it off uh
V-A you blast it off