Luyện nghe bài hát Extra Abstract Skillz

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We bout to em out
We to bring em out
A lot of niggaz in rap world, come out, and dumb out
Me, I bring the bassline and out
Plus scriptures, that bust bright pictures
When Mad Skillz, Reef Daddy? plus Tip
just stepped inside the lab, to the Extra Skillz Ab
You true fat or cut the flab
On the microphone hot Skillz before heat
A wack nigga rhymin, kills a raw
And I got both, bout to cook up a of bread
on motherfuckin head!
[Mad
Yeah, here comes that kid Mad Skillz rippin styles with
Makin rappers like they had yeast infections
I'm prone to rip microphones, keep rap
Step on niggaz domes, leavin crews with Down's
I'm Skillz, out the Extra Abstract
Grinding on nouns, hittin verbs from the
It's that, that's the only way it'll be
So if it said nigga, it got to be by me
I represent V-A well, to the Cella Dwell
Washing-tons of rappers up, like my first name was
Who wanna come test and attempt to come
I shaked your puny record and end your career
Lookie here, no to get fly and shit
In ninety-five, I'm on sucka MC die shit
To your chest and the mic get ripped
Mad Skillz, Extra P, and my Q-Tip
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Huhuhuhuhuhuh *shuddering sound* like the Doc Banner
Hit you with a ray is similar to Gamma
Do you in miracles, ?
I believe in myself, but I don't believe in you
What you to do is get faith
your spiritual, out your body, put it in a higher place
Cause I'ma bring out, the Holy Ghost in
in my church, and I be hostin niggaz, uh
bodies in water, you know you oughta
lose all the and flash, and get raw ass
I've ordained by the feeling, to keep the hip-hop
raw hoppin and the rappers reeling
Chorus: Mad
Who got the shit that your wigs go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ be Extra 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 shit that make wig go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ..
[Mad
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 invincible Mad
Intoxicatin rappers like million Advils
You black, bring your lyrics, fuck a gat
Don't play, every real in V-A got my back
I come strapped with lyrics and hooks
You ain't shit, Virginia'll send your demo tape back
Don't waste your tryin to sound like me
Nigga treat me like a sleeping lifeguard and drown for me
I take you back like the Ebony
in the three twenty-five, with your wife freestylin
Uh, like
Mad Skillz, Extra
it real on the set
Yeah, wreck
Yeah we bout to blast off
Mad Skillz to blast off
Tribe Called Quest to blast off
Large Professor to blast off
All around blastin off
East coast, we bout to it off
Down gotta blast it off
Uptown you blast it off uh
V-A you gotta it off