Luyện nghe bài hát Flip Da Style

[ 1 ]
Aw shit now, spreads around when I get down
I rip clowns, I make niggas skip town
Lord finesse got the raps, fuck that
When I do my thing, I come off a hub cap
I put shit out like a fireman, you met a flier man
I slide up in chicks a diafram
(you murder me, you better recognize) people heard of me
I say the shit that get you like surgery
I'm so def, I catch with no sweat
When I rock mics it don't make sense to try to go
the mic I'm royal, see
You could have a jacket with rhinestones and couldn't shine more than me
Don't be and try to kill me
like milli vanilli, I smoke your ass like a philly
I rap with force when I'm my facts across
The shit I kick is than tabasco sauce
Don't try to ruin me or talk doin me
(why? ) I got that'll spark your whole community
So lounge and peep the
(cause I'm one muthafucka you don't have to keep it real)

Brothers know I can (flip the style)
I'm out to dough, kid (flip the style)
to my show, so I can (flip the style)
Check the flow, yo (just the style)
Can I do my thing, (flip the style)
I'm to swing, yo (flip the stlye)
I got rap on a string, kid (flip the style)
Just your ring when I (just flip the style)

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I get attention a lexus, girls wanna sex this
rappers like tetris, eat em like breakfast
Think you're nice? boy, you better be, you my pedigree
I'm on the like afros in the 70s
I keep money, I honeys, I represent the streets, sonny
You know my style, don't sleep,
I put it on sneakers, it's the smooth speaker
Peace to krs-one, the teacher
Now let me hit you with this line I drive, this fly
is how it goes down in the '95
That's right, because I said it, don't it, kid
Don't think I'm nice? well, I am, so me credit, kid
I wreck niggas, collect
Yo, I'm like franklin - all I want is some respect, nigga
I drop facts when I raps over hot tracks
That's why niggas be on my dick like a jock
the best, I get with him
Even deaf people be sayin, "i heard that kid got shit with him"
None could this or rip this, for instance
Give me a cordless mic, I beat a long-distance
Crews I run through, fall or fumble
You can get done, too, let me catch you on the humble
Niggas don't like me, but aight, gee
Brothers act sheisty, that's why I the crib with the wifey
One of the best, don't compare me to none of the
up and down, word life you can't fuck with finesse

Shit hype, yo (flip the style)
only right that I (flip the style)
the mic, so I can (flip the style)
I got my flow tight, kid (just flip the style)
I got the skills to papes, yo (flip the style)
I set em straight, kid (flip the style)
I bet diggin' in the can (flip the style)
I got moves to make, yo (just the style)