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 this rap world, out, and dumb out
Me, I bring the bassline and out
write scriptures, that bust bright pictures
When Mad Skillz, ?Cool Reef plus Tip
just stepped inside the lab, to keep the Skillz Ab
You either true fat or cut the
On the hot it's Skillz before heat
A nigga rhymin, kills a raw beat
And I got both, bout to up a loaf of bread
on motherfuckin head!
Skillz]
Yeah, here comes that kid Mad rippin styles with perfections
Makin rappers uncomfortable like they had yeast
I'm prone to rip microphones, rap sewn
Step on niggaz domes, leavin with Down's Syndrome
I'm Skillz, ending out the Abstract
on nouns, hittin verbs from the back
It's like that, that's the way it'll be
So if it said nigga, it got to be by me
I V-A well, peace to the Cella Dwell
of rappers up, like my first name was Denzel
Who wanna come test and to come near
I shaked puny record sales and end your career
here, no need 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 brother
[The
*shuddering sound* 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 your spiritual, out your body, put it in a higher
I'ma bring out, the Holy Ghost in niggaz
in my church, and I be hostin niggaz, uh
Submergin in water, you know you oughta
lose all the and flash, and get raw ass
I've been by the feeling, to keep the hip-hop
raw hoppin and the wack rappers
Chorus: Mad
Who got the shit that your wigs go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ that be Extra
Who's packin to make your wigs go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE that be Extra Abstract
Whose got the shit make your wig go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ that be Abstract
Who got the shit make your wig go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ..
Skillz]
Yo, check the status, I write madness like Kane
Body-snatchin MC's and souls out the frame
You my name, V-A's 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 intact
You gettin shit, Virginia'll send your demo tape back
Don't waste your tryin to sound like me
Nigga treat me like a sleeping and just drown for me
I take you back like the Ebony
in the three twenty-five, with your fuckin freestylin
Uh, like
Mad Skillz, Abstract
Keepin it on the set
Yeah, catchin
Yeah yeah we bout to off
Mad Skillz bout to off
Called Quest bout to blast off
Large Professor to blast off
All around blastin off
coast, we bout to blast it off
Down South gotta it off
Uptown you blast it off uh
V-A you gotta it off