Luyện nghe bài hát Extra Abstract Skillz

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We bout to em out
We bout to em out
A lot of niggaz in this rap world, come out, and out
Me, I bring the and drum out
Plus write scriptures, that 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 it's Skillz heat
A wack nigga rhymin, a raw beat
And I got both, bout to cook up a loaf of
on motherfuckin head!
Skillz]
Yeah, comes that kid Mad Skillz rippin styles with perfections
Makin rappers uncomfortable like had yeast infections
I'm to rip microphones, keep rap sewn
Step on niggaz domes, leavin with Down's Syndrome
I'm Skillz, out the Extra Abstract
on nouns, hittin verbs from the back
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 Dwell
Washing-tons of rappers up, my first name was Denzel
Who come test and attempt to come near
I your puny record sales and end your career
Lookie here, no to get fly and shit
In ninety-five, I'm on sucka MC die shit
To your and watch the mic get ripped
Mad Skillz, Extra P, and my Q-Tip
Abstract]
Huhuhuhuhuhuh *shuddering sound* like the Doc Banner
Hit you with a ray which is to Gamma
Do you in miracles, ?
like I in myself, but I don't believe in you
What you to do is get faith
Take spiritual, out your body, put it in a higher place
Cause I'ma bring out, the 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 ordained by the feeling, to keep the
raw hoppin and the wack rappers
Mad Skillz
Who got the shit that make your go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ that be Abstract
Who's packin shit to make your go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE that be Extra Abstract
Whose got the shit that make wig go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE that be Extra Abstract
Who got the that make your wig go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ..
Skillz]
Yo, the status, I write madness like Sutter Kane
Body-snatchin MC's and pullin souls out the
You know my name, V-A's Mad Skillz
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 intact
You gettin shit, Virginia'll send your demo tape back
waste your time tryin to sound like me
Nigga treat me a sleeping lifeguard and just drown for me
I take you back the Ebony Island
in the three twenty-five, with your fuckin wife
Uh, that
Mad Skillz, Extra
Keepin it on the set
Yeah, catchin
Yeah we bout to blast off
Mad bout to blast off
Tribe Called Quest bout to off
Large Professor to blast off
All just blastin off
coast, we bout to blast it off
Down South blast it off
you gotta blast it off uh
V-A you gotta it off