Luyện nghe bài hát Fat for The 90's

Suckas out there pray and shout for help
it comes to skills on the mic, I'm out for self
Finesse is dangerous, so who came to fuss
Will fuck around and get smoked like dust
Swift with the gift when I'm my shit
I do shows, collect the dough, grab a hoe, I split
I'm not the brother to 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 washed up like
lord finesse, the rap phenomenom
I take this serious than a muslim do rhamadan
I get loose and stop brothers with the
I'm so cool I put fans out of
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 down low, that means I 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 to describe me
I instead of sinking, I use my head for thinking
I'm opponents all dead and stinking
I game, I got more than a small rap
I drop facts on tracks, I'm all that
Whether or american, I come better than
Any or any rap veteran
I'm a brother with skills and a rep
That's why all the players want to follow my
So when you me, don't comepare me to all the rest
They might be good, but ain't fucking with lord finesse
Whether old or a rapper with a new name
I'll bust that ass and send you on the 2 train
So don't come here for a bargain, troop
I get than a freak in a jogging suit
I'm to send a nigga home in stitches
Don't and dance, but I still get the bitches
So don't ever diss the smooth rap
I get paid each year to come back and write shit
Me getting done? now a hot one
It's like throwing a rock at a man a shotgun
you wonder why rappers get murdered fast
They talking trast but yet haven't heard the
don't understand it
Cause I'm gigantic, and I'm the best, goddammit
Now you know who's on who's
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 round
Andre the giant, tell me how ya
(get on down to the old 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 girls hard to imagine
You be pulling witches, I get the bitches 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 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 mc's and me
One on one, they done, they better jump me
Me against your crew, now a fair fight
Me get done one on yeah right
on and face reality
I get hype and out a can of brutality
You'll get knocked in the first round, you won't 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 didn't you step, yeah you had the
To face an avalanche, but rather dance
you know the consequences
To anybody that's comp but romp and stomp them senseless
Cause I with a hypertone
The baddest motherfucker to 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 that's wanted by every girl
Mack daddy without the or the jheri curls
You got like me? I doubt it
They say pimping easy...what's so hard about it?
In front of 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,