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 skip town
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 never met a man
I slide up in like a diafram
(you can't murder me, you better recognize) people of me
I say the shit that get you like surgery
I'm so def, I catch with no sweat
When I mics it don't make sense to try to go next
the mic I'm royal, see
You could have a silver jacket with rhinestones and couldn't more than me
Don't be silly and try to me
Soundin like vanilli, I smoke your ass like a philly
I rap with force when I'm kickin my facts
The shit I kick is hotter than sauce
try to ruin me or talk about doin me
(why? ) I got shit that'll your whole community
So and peep the deal
(cause I'm one muthafucka you don't to tell keep 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 like a lexus, girls sex this
rappers like tetris, eat em like breakfast
Think you're boy, you better be, you know my pedigree
I'm on the rise afros in the 70s
I keep money, I freak honeys, I represent the streets,
You my style, don't sleep, money
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, 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 nice? well, I am, so me credit, kid
I wreck niggas, collect
Yo, I'm like aretha franklin - all I is some respect, nigga
I drop facts when I rock over hot tracks
That's why niggas be on my dick a jock strap
the best, I get with him
Even people be sayin, "i heard that kid got some shit with him"
None could this or rip this, for instance
me a cordless mic, I beat a rapper long-distance
Crews I run through, won't or fumble
You can get done, too, don't let me you on the humble
Niggas don't like me, but aight, gee
Brothers act sheisty, that's why I play the crib 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

sound hype, yo (flip the style)
It's only right 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 diggin' in the can (flip the style)
I got moves to make, yo (just the style)