Luyện nghe bài hát Fat for The 90's

Suckas out there better pray and for help
When it to skills on the mic, I'm out for self
Finesse is dangerous, so those who to fuss
Will fuck and get smoked like angel dust
Swift with the gift I'm dropping my shit
I do shows, collect the dough, 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 lord finesse, the rap
I take this more serious than a do rhamadan
I get loose and stop brothers the quickness
I'm so cool I put fans out of
Suckas try to to copy and me
They try to see me, but it's not easy
They should take shit slowly, becase don't know me
I'm on the down low, means I play 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 words to me
I instead of sinking, I use my head for thinking
I'm leaving opponents all dead and
I game, I got more than a small rap
I drop facts on tracks, shit I'm all
Whether foreign or american, I come than
Any or any rap veteran
I'm a brother with and a good rep
That's why all the players to follow my footsteps
So when you hear me, comepare me to all the rest
They might be good, but they ain't fucking with lord
Whether you're old or a rapper with a new
I'll that ass and send you home on the 2 train
So don't come looking for a bargain, troop
I get looser than a freak in a jogging
I'm quick to send a nigga home in
sing and dance, but I still get the bitches
So ever diss the smooth rap terrorist
I get each year to come back and write better shit
Me getting done? now a hot one
It's like a rock at a man with a shotgun
Then you wonder why get murdered fast
They talking but yet haven't heard the half
don't understand it
Cause I'm living gigantic, and I'm the best,
Now you know on who's jock
When it comes to rhyming I get funkier than an old pair of socks
You can't with finesse, pal
And when I'm done ya, send your man for the next round
Andre the giant, me how ya living
(get on down to the old rhythm)

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

Yeah, fat for the 90's,