Luyện nghe bài hát Fat for The 90's

Suckas out better pray and shout for help
When it to skills on the mic, I'm out for self
is dangerous, so those who came to fuss
Will fuck around and get smoked angel dust
with the gift when I'm dropping my shit
I do shows, collect the dough, grab a hoe, then I
I'm not the to riff and get raw with
I the mic and get funky as dog shit
Many try to bore me and me
So what you got an you're all washed up like laundry
It's finesse, the rap phenomenom
I take this more than a muslim do rhamadan
I get loose and stop brothers the quickness
I'm so I put fans out of business
Suckas try to to and beat me
They try to see me, but not that 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 brothers see me with a satellite
So who want 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 opponents all and stinking
I kick game, I got more a small rap
I facts on tracks, shit I'm all that
Whether foreign or american, I come better
Any or any rap veteran
I'm a with skills and a good rep
That's why all the want to follow my footsteps
So you hear me, don't 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 come here looking for a bargain, troop
I get than a freak in a jogging suit
I'm quick to a nigga home in stitches
Don't and dance, but I still get the bitches
So don't ever diss the rap terrorist
I get each year to come 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 rappers get murdered
They talking trast but yet haven't heard the
They don't it
I'm living gigantic, and I'm the best, goddammit
Now you know who's on who's
When it comes to rhyming I get funkier than an old pair of tube
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 down to the old rhythm)

[a.g.]
You I wasn't 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 bitches from the pagent
It ain't to tell, ain't had enough yet?
Cause wet and I still haven't bust a sweat
I'm a fat cat, just a kitten
Leaving chumps in a slump, because the punks 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, they gets done, they better me
Me against your crew, now that's a fight
Me get done one on one? right
Come on and reality
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 giant got the of gab? "
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 comp but just romp and stomp them senseless
Cause I with a hypertone
The baddest motherfucker to ever hold a
The in my hands, raise your arms, god
Me and finesse on the team? come on, that's a bomb squad
Got the things wanted by every girl
Mack daddy without the caddy or the curls
You got game like me? I it
They say pimping easy...what's so hard about it?
In front of crowds to get lots of
He's finesse, I'm a.g. and I'm the up out of here

Yeah, fat for the 90's,