Luyện nghe bài hát Fat for The 90's

Suckas out there pray 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 like angel dust
Swift the gift when I'm dropping my shit
I do shows, the dough, grab a hoe, then I split
I'm not the brother to and get raw with
I the mic and get funky as dog shit
try to bore me and harm me
So what you got an you're all washed up like laundry
It's lord finesse, the rap
I take more serious than a muslim do rhamadan
I get loose and brothers with the quickness
I'm so cool I put fans out of
Suckas try to to and beat me
They try to see me, but not that easy
They should take shit slowly, becase they don't me
I'm on the low, that means I play low key
But at a party, I'm to rag a mic
And can't see me with a satellite
So those who want to battle me, up lively
"a bad motherfucker" is a few to describe me
I raise instead of sinking, I use my for thinking
I'm leaving opponents all dead and
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 specialist or any rap
I'm a brother with skills and a rep
That's why all the want to follow my footsteps
So when you hear me, comepare me to all the rest
might be good, but they ain't fucking with lord 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 here looking for a bargain, troop
I get looser than a freak in a jogging
I'm quick to send a nigga in stitches
Don't sing and dance, but I still get the
So don't ever the smooth rap terrorist
I get paid each year to back and write better shit
Me getting now that's a hot one
It's like throwing a rock at a man 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 gigantic, and I'm the best, goddammit
Now you know who's on who's
When it to rhyming I get funkier than an old pair of tube socks
You can't with finesse, pal
And when I'm done with ya, your man for the next round
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 don't get girls that's hard to
You be pulling witches, I get the bitches from the beauty
It ain't to tell, ain't had enough yet?
Cause you're wet and I still haven't bust a
I'm a fat cat, you're a kitten
Leaving chumps in a slump, because the punks ain't
You're low budget, and my are so rugged
I make peace, but you wanna beef, so fuck it
Round up the best and confront me
One on one, gets done, they better jump me
Me against your crew, now a fair fight
Me get one on one? yeah right
Come on and face
I get hype and pull out a can of
You'll get knocked in the 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 didn't you step, yeah you had the
To face an avalanche, but you'd dance
you know the consequences
To anybody that's but just romp and stomp them senseless
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? come on, that's a squad
Got the things wanted by every girl
Mack daddy without the caddy or the jheri
You got game me? I doubt it
They say pimping ain't easy...what's so about it?
In of crowds to get lots of cheers
He's finesse, I'm a.g. and I'm the fuck up out of

Yeah, fat for the 90's,