Luyện nghe bài hát Fa Sho Fo Real

I escape my thoughts,
My spirals until the vinyl stops,
Hoot and the rock.
by the biters who try us on for size
Disguised as rappez, but the are to massive.
My has elasticity,
I bounce back and a new shape,
You get with me.
A writer,
My has the capacity,
To mc's.
They reach inside of a vast empty space,
They'll never victory.
I'm of these fake ass niggaz
all some bitches.
I kick rhymes enriching hip-hop, with a-plus on my back we the
World.

[a-plus] gonna shock the world...gonna shock the

whatcha say now.

[a-plus] opio gonna shock the world, a-plus gonna the world

watcha say,

[all] of mischief in tha house.

A-plus a doubt for real,
If you the skill to turn it out
Get ass the cuttin'.
You caught in your frontin'
And y'all can keep on bluffin' but I little somethin'.
You ain't know I got.
Who do you think is,
When I rhyme I'm like like your daddy on one of my kids.
at this,
Another that's caught up in mix.
turn it out.
And now we all up in shit.

calculted,
rated,
People be talkin' but I don't trip and I they hated.
But I be my business
And as ty as my witness,
We won't die before we get these tickets.
Now I'm a let you know how gonna go fo sho.
I stack doe, unveil the show.
And no problem,
You got a crew go em
Tell him withdraw we know that they ain't really [ ? ],
on y'all.

We strictly
If givin' up action,
Ain't a minute for slack, cause time is baby.
I can' it back,
to many stacs, jocci,
J-biz we grippin' & rossi,
gainin' no speed,
Smokin' no ty weed,
Straight oakland style the hash block,
Cash knots in my pocket knock to blast.
I put the e-q to ten,
about the hoes lastnight.
Waitin' for this to bend a coner,
A partner hit the gas like a champ, this...
Victory drums and phat ass base line hummin'.
Thinkin' about up before the summer hit.
Then bubblin' around my for doublin' shows,
So promoters sold us then four biggies with hos.
And shapes for the souls, e-s-o-'s fine,
around my wrist is bliss,
It's like y'all.

Punks that rudeboy,
I roll hiero...glypics here to make the bump circulate.
Sous of man you no we comin' for you with foldger's,
Keepin' flows up until smolder and eventually crackle.
Like you mentally in the back of mind,
You that fiendish cackle of mine,
seen it many times.
And I'm a say it again but unseen,
y'all niggaz be sweatin'
Constantly me.
I live thieves who will bite these,
But still they rhymes be weight defficient.
I leave shorter then viscious,
them are weak,
Cause I gots to pull they hem up also known the way i
Do it watch,
Get shot.
It's all the body rock, it don't stop y'all.