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 the Extra Skillz Ab
You either true fat or cut the
On the microphone hot it's before heat
A wack rhymin, kills a raw beat
And I got both, bout to cook up a of bread
on motherfuckin head!
Skillz]
Yeah, here comes that kid Mad Skillz rippin with perfections
Makin rappers uncomfortable like they had yeast
I'm to rip microphones, keep rap sewn
Step on domes, leavin crews with Down's Syndrome
I'm Skillz, ending out the Extra
Grinding on nouns, hittin from the back
like 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, peace to the Dwell
Washing-tons of rappers up, like my name was Denzel
Who wanna come test and to come near
I shaked puny record 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 Q-Tip
Abstract]
Huhuhuhuhuhuh *shuddering like the Doc Bruce 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 need to do is get
Take spiritual, out your body, put it in a higher place
I'ma bring out, the Holy Ghost in niggaz
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 been by the feeling, to keep the hip-hop
raw hoppin and the wack reeling
Chorus: Mad
Who got the shit that make your go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE that be Extra Abstract
Who's packin to make your wigs go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ that be Extra
Whose got the that make your wig go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ that be Abstract
Who got the shit that your wig go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ..
[Mad
Yo, the status, I write madness like Sutter Kane
MC's and pullin souls out the frame
You my name, V-A's invincible Mad Skillz
Intoxicatin rappers like million Advils
You comin black, bring lyrics, fuck a gat
Don't play, every real in V-A got my back
I come strapped with and hooks intact
You ain't gettin shit, Virginia'll send your tape back
Don't your time tryin to sound like me
Nigga treat me like a sleeping lifeguard and just 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 yeah we bout to off
Mad Skillz 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
Down South gotta it off
you gotta blast it off uh
V-A you gotta it off