Luyện nghe bài hát Fat for The 90's

Suckas out there better pray and shout for
When it comes to skills on the mic, I'm out for
Finesse is dangerous, so who came to fuss
Will around and get smoked like angel dust
Swift with the gift when I'm dropping my
I do shows, the dough, grab a hoe, then I split
I'm not the brother to riff and get raw
I grab the mic and get as dog shit
try to bore me and harm me
So you got an army? you're all washed up like laundry
It's finesse, the rap phenomenom
I take this serious than a muslim do rhamadan
I get loose and stop with the quickness
I'm so I put fans out of business
try to to copy and beat me
They try to see me, but not that easy
They should take shit slowly, becase they don't me
I'm on the down low, that means I low key
But at a party, I'm to rag a mic
And brothers can't see me a satellite
So those who want to battle me, up lively
"a bad motherfucker" is a few to describe me
I raise instead of sinking, I use my head for
I'm leaving opponents all dead and
I kick game, I got more a small rap
I drop on tracks, shit I'm all that
Whether or american, I come better than
Any or any rap veteran
I'm a brother with and a good rep
That's why all the players want to follow my
So when you hear me, comepare me to all the rest
They might be good, but they ain't fucking with finesse
Whether you're old or a rapper with a new
I'll bust that ass and send you on the 2 train
So don't come here for a bargain, troop
I get looser a freak in a jogging suit
I'm quick to send a home in stitches
Don't sing and dance, but I get the bitches
So don't ever diss the smooth rap
I get paid each to come back and write better shit
Me getting now that's a hot one
It's like throwing a at a man with a shotgun
you wonder why rappers get murdered fast
They talking trast but yet haven't the half
They don't it
Cause I'm gigantic, and I'm the best, goddammit
Now you who's on who's jock
When it comes to rhyming I get funkier than an old of tube socks
You can't with finesse, pal
And when I'm with ya, send your man for the next round
Andre the giant, tell me how ya
(get on to the old slick rhythm)

[a.g.]
You said I ready, joke's on you, jack
Because I'm the giant, but before it was "who's "
I don't get that's hard to imagine
You be pulling witches, I get the bitches from the pagent
It ain't hard to tell, had enough yet?
Cause wet and I still haven't bust a sweat
I'm a fat cat, you're just a
Leaving in a slump, because the punks ain't hitting
You're low budget, and my are so rugged
I make peace, but you wanna keep beef, so it
Round up the best and confront me
One on one, they gets done, better jump me
Me against your crew, now a fair fight
Me get done one on yeah right
Come on and reality
I get and pull out a can of brutality
You'll get knocked in the first round, you even get to brag
And ask girl "do the giant got the gift of gab? "
her off, hit her off on the first date
Sex, no lies, and plenty of
Why you step, yeah you had the chance
To face an avalanche, but you'd dance
Cause you the consequences
To anybody that's comp but romp and stomp them senseless
Cause I speak with a
The baddest motherfucker to ever a microphone
The mic's in my hands, raise arms, god
Me and finesse on the same come on, that's a bomb squad
Got the things that's by every girl
daddy without the caddy or the jheri curls
You got game like me? I it
They say pimping ain't easy...what's so about it?
In front of crowds to get lots of
He's finesse, I'm a.g. and I'm the fuck up out of

Yeah, fat for the 90's,