Luyện nghe bài hát Extra Abstract Skillz

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We bout to em out
We to bring em out
A lot of in this rap world, come out, and dumb out
Me, I bring the and drum out
Plus write scriptures, bust bright pictures
Mad Skillz, ?Cool Reef Daddy? plus Tip
just stepped inside the lab, to keep the Extra Ab
You either fat or cut the flab
On the microphone hot Skillz before heat
A wack nigga rhymin, a raw beat
And I got both, to cook up a loaf of bread
on your head!
Skillz]
Yeah, here comes that kid Mad Skillz rippin styles with
Makin rappers uncomfortable like they had yeast
I'm to rip microphones, keep rap sewn
Step on niggaz domes, leavin crews with Down's
I'm Skillz, ending out the Abstract
Grinding on nouns, hittin verbs from the
It's like that, that's the only way be
So if it said nigga, it got to be by me
I represent V-A well, peace to the Cella
Washing-tons of rappers up, like my name was Denzel
Who wanna come test and to come near
I shaked your puny 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
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Huhuhuhuhuhuh *shuddering like the Doc Bruce Banner
Hit you a ray which is similar to Gamma
Do you in miracles, ?
like I believe in myself, but I believe in you
What you to do is get faith
Take spiritual, out your body, put it in a higher place
Cause bring out, the Holy Ghost in niggaz
in my church, and I be hostin niggaz, uh
Submergin bodies in water, you know you
lose all the and flash, and get raw ass
I've ordained by the feeling, to keep the hip-hop
raw and the wack rappers reeling
Chorus: Mad
Who got the shit that your wigs go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ that be Abstract
Who's shit to make your wigs go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ that be Extra
Whose got the shit that make your wig go
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ that be Extra
Who got the that make your wig go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ..
[Mad
Yo, check the status, I write like Sutter Kane
Body-snatchin and pullin souls out the frame
You know my name, invincible Mad Skillz
rappers like eight million Advils
You black, bring your lyrics, fuck a gat
Don't play, real nigga in V-A got my back
I come strapped with lyrics and hooks
You ain't gettin shit, Virginia'll send demo tape back
Don't waste time tryin to sound like me
Nigga treat me like a sleeping and just drown for me
I take you back like the Island
in the three twenty-five, with your wife freestylin
Uh, that
Mad Skillz, Abstract
Keepin it on the set
Yeah, wreck
Yeah yeah we to blast off
Mad bout to blast off
Tribe Called Quest to blast off
Large Professor to blast off
All just blastin off
East coast, we bout to it off
South gotta blast it off
Uptown you gotta it off uh
V-A you blast it off