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 who came to fuss
Will fuck around and get smoked like angel
with the gift when I'm dropping my shit
I do shows, the dough, grab a hoe, then I split
I'm not the to riff and get raw with
I grab the mic and get as dog shit
Many try to me and harm me
So what you got an army? you're all up like laundry
lord finesse, the rap phenomenom
I take this more than a muslim do rhamadan
I get loose and stop brothers the quickness
I'm so cool I put out of business
try to to copy and beat me
They try to see me, but not that easy
They should shit slowly, becase they don't know me
I'm on the low, that means I play low key
But at a party, I'm to rag a mic
And brothers see me with a satellite
So who want 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 leaving opponents all and stinking
I kick game, I got more than a rap
I drop on tracks, shit I'm all that
foreign or american, I come better than
Any or any rap veteran
I'm a with skills and a good rep
That's why all the players want to follow my
So when you hear me, don't me to all the rest
They might be good, but they ain't fucking with finesse
Whether you're old or a with a new name
I'll bust that ass and send you home on the 2
So don't come looking for a bargain, troop
I get looser than a in a jogging suit
I'm quick to send a nigga home in
Don't and dance, but I still 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 throwing a rock at a man with a shotgun
Then you wonder why rappers get fast
They 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 to rhyming I get funkier than an old pair of tube socks
You fuck with finesse, pal
And when I'm done with ya, send your man for the next
Andre the giant, tell me how ya
(get on to the old slick rhythm)

[a.g.]
You said I wasn't ready, on you, jack
I'm the giant, but before it was "who's that? "
I get girls that's hard to imagine
You be pulling witches, I get the bitches the beauty pagent
It ain't hard to tell, had enough yet?
Cause you're wet and I still haven't a sweat
I'm a fat cat, just a kitten
Leaving chumps in a slump, 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 best and confront me
One on one, they gets done, they better me
Me against crew, now that's a fair fight
Me get done one on yeah right
Come on and reality
I get hype and pull out a can of
get knocked in the first round, you won't even get to brag
And ask your girl "do the giant got the gift of "
Slit her off, hit her off on the first
Sex, no lies, and of videotape
Why you step, yeah you had the chance
To face an avalanche, but you'd rather
you know the consequences
To anybody that's but just romp and stomp them senseless
Cause I with a hypertone
The baddest motherfucker to ever a microphone
The in my hands, raise your arms, god
Me and finesse on the same come on, that's a bomb squad
Got the things that's wanted by girl
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,