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 the bassline and drum out
Plus write scriptures, that bright pictures
When Mad Skillz, ?Cool Daddy? plus Tip
just stepped inside the lab, to keep the Extra Ab
You either true fat or cut the
On the microphone hot Skillz before heat
A wack rhymin, kills a raw beat
And I got both, bout to cook up a loaf of
on your head!
[Mad
Yeah, here comes 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 with Syndrome
I'm Skillz, ending out the Abstract
Grinding on nouns, hittin verbs from the
It's like that, 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 Cella
Washing-tons of up, like my first name was Denzel
Who come test and attempt to come near
I shaked your puny record and end your career
here, no need to get fly and shit
In ninety-five, I'm on MC wanna die shit
To chest and watch the mic get ripped
Mad Skillz, P, and my brother Q-Tip
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Huhuhuhuhuhuh *shuddering sound* the Doc Bruce Banner
Hit you with a ray which is similar to
Do you in miracles, ?
like I believe in myself, but I believe in you
What you need to do is get
Take your spiritual, out your body, put it in a place
I'ma bring out, the Holy Ghost in niggaz
in my lyrical church, and I be niggaz, uh
Submergin bodies in water, you know you
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
Mad Skillz
Who got the shit that make your go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ be Extra Abstract
Who's shit to make your wigs go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE that be Extra Abstract
Whose got the that make your wig go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ be Extra Abstract
Who got the that make your wig go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ..
[Mad
Yo, check the status, I write like Sutter Kane
MC's and pullin souls out the frame
You know my name, V-A's Mad Skillz
Intoxicatin rappers eight million Advils
You comin black, bring lyrics, fuck a gat
play, every real nigga in V-A got my back
I come strapped with lyrics and hooks
You ain't gettin shit, Virginia'll your demo tape back
Don't waste your tryin to sound like me
Nigga treat me like a sleeping lifeguard and just for me
I take you like the Ebony Island
in the three twenty-five, with your wife freestylin
Uh, like
Mad Skillz, Extra
Keepin it on the set
Yeah, wreck
Yeah yeah we to blast off
Mad bout to blast off
Tribe Called Quest to blast off
Large Professor to blast off
All around just off
East coast, we to blast it off
Down South gotta it off
you gotta blast it off uh
V-A you blast it off