Luyện nghe bài hát Fat for The 90's

Suckas out there better pray and shout for
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 dust
Swift with the gift when I'm dropping my
I do shows, collect the dough, grab a hoe, then I
I'm not the to riff and get raw with
I grab the mic and get as dog shit
try to bore me and harm me
So you got an army? you're all washed up like laundry
It's finesse, the rap phenomenom
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 it's not easy
They should take shit slowly, becase they don't me
I'm on the down low, that means I low key
But at a party, I'm to rag a mic
And brothers can't see me with a
So those who want to me, step up lively
"a bad motherfucker" is a few words to me
I raise of sinking, I use my head for thinking
I'm opponents all dead and stinking
I kick game, I got more a small rap
I drop facts on tracks, I'm all that
foreign or american, I come better than
Any or any rap veteran
I'm a brother with skills and a rep
why all the players want to follow my footsteps
So when you hear me, don't me to all the rest
They might be good, but ain't fucking with lord finesse
Whether you're old or a with a new name
I'll bust that ass and you home on the 2 train
So don't come looking for a bargain, troop
I get looser a freak in a jogging suit
I'm quick to send a nigga in stitches
sing and dance, but I still get the bitches
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 a rock at a man with a shotgun
Then you wonder why rappers get murdered
They talking trast but yet haven't the half
They understand it
Cause I'm gigantic, and I'm the best, goddammit
Now you know who's on who's
it comes 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, send man for the next round
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 that's hard to
You be pulling witches, I get the from the beauty pagent
It ain't hard to tell, had enough yet?
Cause you're wet and I still haven't bust a
I'm a fat cat, just a kitten
chumps 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 your crew, now that's 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 first round, you won't even get to
And ask your "do the giant got the gift of gab? "
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 that's comp but just romp and stomp them senseless
Cause I 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 that's by every girl
daddy without the caddy or the jheri curls
You got like me? I doubt it
They say pimping ain't easy...what's so about it?
In front of crowds to get of cheers
finesse, I'm a.g. and I'm the fuck up out of here

Yeah, fat for the 90's,