Luyện nghe bài hát Fat for The 90's

Suckas out there better and shout for help
When it comes to skills on the mic, I'm out for
Finesse is dangerous, so those who to fuss
Will fuck and get smoked like angel dust
with the gift when I'm dropping my shit
I do shows, collect the dough, grab a hoe, then I
I'm not the to riff and get raw with
I grab the mic and get funky as dog
Many try to me and harm me
So what you got an army? you're all up like laundry
It's finesse, the rap phenomenom
I take this more serious than a muslim do
I get loose and stop with the quickness
I'm so I put fans out of business
Suckas try to to and beat me
try to see me, but it's not that easy
They take shit slowly, becase they don't know me
I'm on the down low, that I play low key
But at a party, I'm to rag a mic
And brothers can't see me with a
So those who to battle me, step up lively
"a bad motherfucker" is a few words to me
I instead of sinking, I use my head for thinking
I'm opponents all dead and stinking
I kick game, I got more a small rap
I drop facts on tracks, shit I'm all
Whether foreign or american, I come better
Any or any rap veteran
I'm a brother skills and a good rep
That's why all the want to follow my footsteps
So when you hear me, don't comepare me to all the
They might be good, but they fucking with lord finesse
Whether you're old or a rapper a new name
I'll that ass and send you home on the 2 train
So come here looking for a bargain, troop
I get looser than a in a jogging suit
I'm quick to send a nigga home in
sing and dance, but I still get the bitches
So don't diss the smooth rap terrorist
I get paid each to come back and write better shit
Me done? now that's a hot one
It's like a rock at a man with a shotgun
Then you why rappers get murdered fast
talking trast but yet haven't heard the half
They understand it
Cause I'm gigantic, and I'm the best, goddammit
Now you know who's on jock
When it comes to rhyming I get than an old pair of tube socks
You can't fuck finesse, pal
And when I'm done with ya, send man for the next round
Andre the giant, me how ya living
(get on to the old slick rhythm)

[a.g.]
You I wasn't ready, joke's on you, jack
I'm the giant, but before it was "who's that? "
I don't get girls hard to imagine
You be witches, I get the bitches from the beauty pagent
It ain't to tell, ain't had enough yet?
Cause you're wet and I still 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 skills are so
I peace, but you wanna keep beef, so fuck it
Round up the best mc's and me
One on one, gets done, they better jump me
Me your crew, now that's 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 won't even get to
And ask your girl "do the got the gift of gab? "
Slit her off, hit her off on the date
Sex, no lies, and of videotape
Why didn't you step, you had the chance
To face an avalanche, but rather dance
Cause you know the
To anybody that's comp but just romp and stomp senseless
Cause I speak with a
The baddest motherfucker to ever a microphone
The mic's in my hands, your arms, god
Me and finesse on the same come on, that's a bomb squad
Got the things that's by every girl
Mack daddy without the caddy or the jheri
You got game like me? I it
They say 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,