Luyện nghe bài hát Extra Abstract Skillz

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We to bring em out
We bout to em out
A lot of niggaz in this rap world, out, and dumb out
Me, I bring the bassline and out
Plus write scriptures, bust bright pictures
When Mad Skillz, ?Cool Daddy? plus Tip
just stepped inside the lab, to the Extra Skillz Ab
You either fat or cut the flab
On the microphone hot it's Skillz heat
A wack nigga rhymin, kills a raw
And I got both, bout to up a loaf of bread
on your head!
[Mad
Yeah, here that kid Mad Skillz rippin styles with perfections
Makin rappers like they had yeast infections
I'm to rip microphones, keep rap sewn
Step on niggaz domes, leavin crews Down's Syndrome
I'm Skillz, out the Extra Abstract
Grinding on nouns, hittin verbs 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 represent V-A well, to the Cella Dwell
Washing-tons of rappers up, like my first was Denzel
Who wanna come and attempt 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 wanna die
To your chest and the mic get ripped
Mad Skillz, Extra P, and my brother
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Huhuhuhuhuhuh *shuddering sound* like the Doc Banner
Hit you a ray which is similar to Gamma
Do you in miracles, ?
like I believe in myself, but I don't in you
What you need to do is get
Take your spiritual, out your body, put it in a place
Cause I'ma bring out, the Ghost in niggaz
in my lyrical church, and I be 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 wack rappers
Mad Skillz
Who got the shit that your wigs go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ be Extra Abstract
Who's packin to make your wigs go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ be Extra Abstract
Whose got the shit that your wig go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ be Extra Abstract
Who got the shit that your wig go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ..
[Mad
Yo, check the status, I write madness like Sutter
Body-snatchin MC's and pullin souls out the
You my name, V-A's invincible Mad Skillz
Intoxicatin rappers like million Advils
You comin black, your lyrics, fuck a gat
Don't play, every nigga in V-A got my back
I come strapped with lyrics and hooks
You ain't gettin shit, Virginia'll send your demo tape
Don't waste time tryin to sound like me
Nigga me like a sleeping lifeguard and just drown for me
I you back like the Ebony Island
in the three twenty-five, your fuckin wife freestylin
Uh, like
Mad Skillz, Abstract
it real on the set
Yeah, catchin
Yeah we bout to blast off
Mad Skillz bout to off
Tribe Called Quest to blast off
Professor bout to blast off
All just blastin off
East coast, we bout to it off
Down South blast it off
Uptown you gotta it off uh
V-A you gotta it off