Luyện nghe bài hát Flip Da Style

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Aw shit now, word spreads when I get down
I rip clowns, I make niggas wanna town
Lord finesse got the rough raps, that
When I do my thing, I off like a hub cap
I put shit out a fireman, you never met a flier man
I up in chicks like a diafram
(you can't murder me, you better recognize) people of me
I say the shit 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 have a silver jacket with rhinestones and couldn't shine more than me
Don't be and try to kill me
Soundin like milli vanilli, I smoke ass like a philly
I rap with when I'm kickin my facts across
The shit I kick is than tabasco sauce
Don't try to ruin me or talk doin me
(why? ) I got shit that'll spark your whole
So lounge and peep the
(cause I'm one muthafucka you don't have to tell it real)

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

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

Shit hype, yo (flip the style)
It's only 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 to make 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)