Luyện nghe bài hát Fat for The 90's

Suckas out there better and shout for help
When it comes to on the mic, I'm out for self
Finesse is dangerous, so those who came to
Will fuck around and get smoked like 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
Many try to me and harm me
So what you got an army? you're all washed up like
lord finesse, the rap phenomenom
I take more serious than a muslim do rhamadan
I get loose and stop brothers with the
I'm so I put fans out of business
Suckas try to to copy and me
They try to see me, but not that easy
They should take 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 see me with a satellite
So those who to battle me, step up lively
"a bad motherfucker" is a few words to me
I raise instead of sinking, I use my head for
I'm leaving all dead and stinking
I kick game, I got more a small rap
I drop facts on tracks, shit I'm all
Whether or american, I come better than
Any or any rap veteran
I'm a brother 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 fucking with lord finesse
you're old or a rapper with a new name
I'll bust that ass and send you home on the 2
So don't come here looking for a bargain,
I get looser a freak in a jogging suit
I'm quick to send a home in stitches
sing and dance, but I still get the bitches
So ever diss the smooth rap terrorist
I get paid each to come back and write better shit
Me getting done? now a hot one
It's like throwing a rock at a man with a
Then you why rappers get murdered fast
talking trast but yet haven't heard 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 than an old pair of tube socks
You can't with finesse, pal
And when I'm done with ya, send your man for the next
Andre the giant, me how ya living
(get on to the old slick rhythm)

[a.g.]
You said I 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 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 bust a sweat
I'm a fat cat, just a kitten
Leaving chumps in a slump, because the punks hitting
low budget, and my skills are so rugged
I make peace, but you wanna keep beef, so it
Round up the best mc's and me
One on one, they gets done, they jump me
Me against your crew, now a fair fight
Me get done one on one? right
Come on and face
I get and pull out a can of brutality
You'll get knocked in the round, you won't even get to brag
And ask your girl "do the got the gift of gab? "
Slit her off, hit her off on the first
Sex, no lies, and plenty of
Why you step, yeah you had the chance
To an avalanche, but you'd rather dance
Cause you the consequences
To anybody that's comp but just romp and them senseless
I speak with a hypertone
The motherfucker to ever hold a microphone
The in my hands, raise your arms, god
Me and on the same team? come on, that's a bomb squad
Got the things that's wanted by every
Mack without the caddy or the jheri curls
You got like me? I doubt 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,