Luyện nghe bài hát Fat for The 90's

Suckas out there pray and shout for help
When it to skills on the mic, I'm out for self
Finesse is dangerous, so those who came to
Will fuck and get smoked 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 grab the mic and get as dog shit
Many try to 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 stop brothers the quickness
I'm so cool I put fans out of
Suckas try to to copy and me
They try to see me, but it's not easy
They should take shit slowly, 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 can't see me with a satellite
So those who want to battle me, up lively
"a bad motherfucker" is a few words to me
I raise instead of sinking, I use my head for
I'm leaving opponents all and stinking
I kick game, I got more than a rap
I facts on tracks, shit I'm all that
foreign or american, I come better than
Any specialist or any rap
I'm a brother with and a good rep
That's why all the players want to my footsteps
So when you hear me, comepare me to all the rest
They might be good, but they ain't fucking with lord
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 looking for a bargain, troop
I get looser than a freak in a jogging
I'm quick to send a nigga home in
sing and dance, but I still get the bitches
So don't ever diss the rap terrorist
I get paid each year to back and write better shit
Me getting now that's a hot one
It's throwing a rock at a man with a shotgun
you wonder why rappers get murdered fast
They talking trast but yet haven't the half
They understand it
Cause I'm living gigantic, and I'm the best,
Now you know who's on jock
When it comes to rhyming I get funkier than an old pair of socks
You can't fuck finesse, pal
And when I'm with ya, send 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 ready, joke's on you, jack
Because I'm the giant, but it was "who's that? "
I don't get girls hard to imagine
You be pulling witches, I get the bitches from the pagent
It ain't hard to tell, ain't had enough
Cause wet and I still haven't bust a sweat
I'm a fat cat, you're a kitten
chumps in a slump, because the punks ain't hitting
You're low budget, and my skills are so
I make peace, but you wanna keep beef, so it
Round up the best mc's and me
One on one, gets done, they better jump me
Me against your crew, now that's a fair
Me get one on one? yeah right
Come on and face
I get and pull out a can of brutality
get knocked in the first round, you won't even get to brag
And ask your girl "do the got the gift of gab? "
her off, hit her off on the first date
Sex, no lies, and of videotape
Why didn't you step, you had the chance
To an avalanche, but you'd rather dance
you know the consequences
To anybody that's comp but just romp and stomp senseless
Cause I speak a hypertone
The baddest motherfucker to ever hold a
The in my hands, raise your arms, god
Me and finesse on the same team? come on, that's a squad
Got the things that's wanted by girl
Mack daddy without the caddy or the curls
You got game me? I doubt it
They say pimping ain't easy...what's so hard it?
In front of crowds to get lots of
finesse, I'm a.g. and I'm the fuck up out of here

Yeah, fat for the 90's,