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 skip
Lord finesse got the rough raps, 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 up in chicks like a diafram
(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
When I rock mics it don't make to try to go next
the mic I'm royal, see
You could have a 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 like a
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 doin me
(why? ) I got shit spark your whole 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 when I (just flip the style)

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I get attention a lexus, girls wanna sex this
Play 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 freak honeys, I the streets, sonny
You my style, don't sleep, money
I put it on like sneakers, the smooth speaker
Peace to krs-one, the teacher
Now let me hit you with this I drive, this rhyme's fly
This is how it 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 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 like a jock
Bring the best, I get him
Even deaf people be sayin, "i that kid got some shit with him"
None could this or rip this, for instance
Give me a cordless mic, I beat a rapper
Crews I run through, fall or fumble
You can get done, too, don't let me you on the humble
Niggas like me, but that's aight, gee
Brothers act sheisty, that's why I play the crib with the
One of the best, don't compare me to none of the
Straight up and down, word life you can't fuck 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 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)