Luyện nghe bài hát Flip Da Style

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Aw shit now, spreads around when I get down
I rip clowns, I make niggas wanna skip
Lord finesse got the rough raps, fuck
I do my thing, I come off like a hub cap
I put shit out like a fireman, you met a flier man
I up in chicks like a diafram
(you can't me, you better recognize) people heard of me
I say the that get you open like surgery
I'm so def, I catch wreck no sweat
When I rock mics it don't make 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
be silly and try to kill me
Soundin milli vanilli, I smoke your ass like a philly
I rap with force I'm kickin my facts across
The I kick is hotter than tabasco sauce
Don't try to ruin me or talk about me
(why? ) I got shit that'll spark your whole
So lounge and 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)
gimme your ring when I (just flip the style)

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I get attention a lexus, girls wanna sex this
Play rappers tetris, eat em like breakfast
Think 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, sleep, money
I put it on like sneakers, the smooth speaker
Peace to krs-one, that's the
Now let me hit you with line I drive, this rhyme's fly
This is how it goes in the '95
That's right, because I said it, sweat it, kid
Don't I'm nice? well, I am, so give me credit, kid
I wreck niggas, figures
Yo, I'm like aretha - all I want is some respect, nigga
I drop facts when I rock raps over hot
That's why niggas be on my dick like a strap
the best, I get with him
Even deaf people be sayin, "i heard that kid got shit with him"
could diss this or rip this, for instance
Give me a cordless mic, I 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 me, but that's aight, gee
act sheisty, that's why I play the crib with the wifey
One of the best, compare me to none of the rest
Straight up and down, word life you can't fuck finesse

sound 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 down tight, kid (just the style)
I got the to make 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)