Luyện nghe bài hát Flip Da Style

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Aw now, word spreads around when I get down
I rip clowns, I make niggas wanna town
Lord got the rough raps, fuck that
When I do my thing, I off like a hub cap
I put shit out like a fireman, you never met a man
I slide up in chicks like a
(you can't murder me, you recognize) people heard of me
I say the that get you open like surgery
I'm so def, I catch wreck no sweat
I rock mics it don't make sense to try to go next
the mic I'm royal, see
You could a silver jacket with rhinestones and couldn't shine more than me
be silly and try to kill me
Soundin like milli vanilli, I smoke your ass a philly
I rap with force I'm kickin my facts across
The shit I kick is hotter tabasco sauce
try to ruin me or talk about doin me
(why? ) I got shit that'll spark your community
So and peep the deal
(cause I'm one muthafucka you don't have to tell it real)

Brothers don't 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 gimme your ring when I (just the style)

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I get attention like a lexus, wanna sex this
Play like tetris, eat em like breakfast
you're nice? boy, you better be, you know my pedigree
I'm on the like afros in the 70s
I money, I freak honeys, I represent the streets, sonny
You know my style, don't sleep,
I put it on like sneakers, it's the smooth
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, sweat it, kid
Don't think I'm well, I am, so give me credit, kid
I wreck niggas, figures
Yo, I'm like aretha franklin - all I want is respect, nigga
I drop facts when I rock over hot tracks
That's why niggas be on my like a jock strap
the best, I get with him
Even deaf people be sayin, "i heard that kid got shit with him"
None could diss this or rip this, for
me a cordless mic, I beat a rapper long-distance
Crews I run through, won't 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 of the rest
Straight up and down, life you can't fuck with finesse

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