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, come out, and out
Me, I bring the bassline and out
Plus write scriptures, that bust pictures
When Mad Skillz, ?Cool Reef Daddy? Tip
just stepped inside the lab, to keep the Extra Ab
You either true fat or cut the
On the microphone hot it's Skillz heat
A wack nigga rhymin, kills a raw
And I got both, bout to cook up a of bread
on motherfuckin head!
Skillz]
Yeah, comes that kid Mad Skillz rippin styles with perfections
Makin rappers uncomfortable like they had yeast
I'm to rip microphones, keep rap sewn
Step on niggaz domes, leavin crews with Syndrome
I'm Skillz, out the Extra Abstract
Grinding on nouns, hittin verbs from the
It's like that, that's the way it'll be
So if it gets nigga, it got to be by me
I represent V-A well, to the Cella Dwell
Washing-tons of rappers up, my first name was Denzel
Who wanna come test and attempt to near
I shaked your puny record sales and end career
Lookie here, no need to get fly and
In ninety-five, I'm on MC wanna die shit
To your chest and the mic get ripped
Mad Skillz, Extra P, and my brother
Abstract]
Huhuhuhuhuhuh *shuddering sound* like the Doc Bruce
Hit you with a ray which is similar to
Do you in miracles, ?
like I believe in myself, but I don't in you
you need 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
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 and the wack rappers reeling
Chorus: Mad
Who got the shit that make your go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ that be Extra
Who's packin shit to make your go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ that be Extra
Whose got the shit that your wig go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ be Extra Abstract
Who got the shit make your wig go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ..
Skillz]
Yo, the status, I write madness like Sutter Kane
MC's and pullin souls out the frame
You know my name, V-A's Mad Skillz
Intoxicatin rappers like eight million
You comin black, your lyrics, fuck a gat
play, every real nigga in V-A got my back
I come with lyrics and hooks intact
You ain't gettin shit, Virginia'll send your tape back
Don't waste your time tryin to sound me
Nigga treat me like a sleeping lifeguard and just for me
I you back like the Ebony Island
in the three twenty-five, with your wife freestylin
Uh, like
Mad Skillz, Abstract
it real on the set
Yeah, wreck
Yeah we bout to blast off
Mad Skillz to blast off
Tribe Called bout to blast off
Large bout to blast off
All just blastin off
East coast, we to blast it off
Down South gotta it off
Uptown you gotta it off uh
V-A you blast it off