Luyện nghe bài hát Extra Abstract Skillz

P]
We to bring em out
We to bring em out
A lot of in this rap world, come out, and dumb out
Me, I bring the bassline and out
Plus write scriptures, that bust pictures
When Mad Skillz, ?Cool Daddy? plus Tip
stepped inside the lab, to keep the Extra Skillz Ab
You either true fat or cut the
On the microphone hot it's Skillz heat
A wack rhymin, kills a raw beat
And I got both, to cook up a loaf of bread
on your head!
Skillz]
Yeah, here comes that kid Mad Skillz rippin with perfections
rappers uncomfortable like they had yeast infections
I'm prone to rip microphones, rap sewn
Step on niggaz domes, crews with Down's Syndrome
I'm Skillz, out the Extra Abstract
Grinding on nouns, 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, to the Cella Dwell
Washing-tons of rappers up, like my first name was
Who wanna come test and to come near
I your puny record sales and end your career
here, no need to get fly and shit
In ninety-five, I'm on sucka MC die shit
To your chest and the mic get ripped
Mad Skillz, P, and my brother Q-Tip
Abstract]
Huhuhuhuhuhuh *shuddering like the Doc Bruce 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 need to do is get
your spiritual, out your body, put it in a higher place
Cause I'ma bring out, the Holy Ghost in
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 ordained by the feeling, to the hip-hop
raw hoppin and the rappers reeling
Chorus: Mad
Who got the shit that make wigs go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ that be Abstract
Who's packin shit to make your go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ that be Abstract
Whose got the shit make your wig go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ that be 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, invincible Mad Skillz
Intoxicatin rappers like million Advils
You black, bring your lyrics, fuck a gat
play, every real nigga in V-A got my back
I strapped with lyrics and hooks intact
You ain't gettin shit, Virginia'll send your demo tape
waste your time tryin to sound like me
Nigga treat me like a sleeping and just drown for me
I you back like the Ebony Island
in the three twenty-five, with your wife freestylin
Uh, that
Mad Skillz, Extra
it real on the set
Yeah, wreck
Yeah we bout to blast off
Mad bout to blast off
Tribe Called Quest bout to off
Large bout 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