Luyện nghe bài hát Food For Mic Skills

Travis been known to spit lyrical on tracks with skate kicks
had the flyest but I'm all about Axion, Verbal bigspin
I Crooked grind your for not listenin',
I'm regular, you stuck in fakie position
The funny thing is I don't but I'll deflate your whole ego
Manipulate your face and replace it with uglier than
The product of Sha-nae-nae and Patrick Ewing havin' a
(Damn you crazy) Nah just a little misunderstood
I got the planet in confusion, for the simple fact my lacks the word losin'
Contusions are across the bodies of any challengers
I'll leave my mark disappear like J.D. Salinger,
As whack emcee's continue scuffin' knees,
Suckin' the dicks of just to get their platinum chains and cars,
I'ma keep on my thing,
Broke as Macy Gray would be a regular voice trying to sing,
Who wanna bring it to these Apple affiliates,
Act silly and you'll get split down the middle a Philly gets,
I've had of all these silent menaces,
I'm for peace but you'll get quickly deceased violent sentences,
The only witnesses be later notified to come identify the dental records of a kid offended mine,
you ain't a friend of mine so I you call me Mr. McCoy
Hot shit will and blister you boy

We manifest through tape decks and prisma markers,
Invade your space like from down parka's,
We legends in our own and every rhyme is living proof,
We forty's from the fountain of youth,
And when we we're pissin' innocence,
Cause in a sense, everything your dispense don't necessarily pay the rent
Or the bills, you can't trade food for mic skills,
But if you could I'd be lovely, believe me.

McCoy be like the influenza, flow sick,
These rappers on some old common cold (SHHH),
I'm sicker that, and plus you always suck (YECK) quicker than that,
And H20 aqua we be thicker that, and if at
Anytime shit gets to hard to handle I'm out raw,
Chainsaw and all like Cambell,
Steppin' out the with an army of creeps,
Caffeine allowin' Travis to get no sleep,
Cause cat's speak soft, and to front hard like Charles Bronson,
Shoutin' out Brooklyn, knowin' they from Wisconsin,
That's why I'm concentratin' when I'm puffin' cheeba,
We down with New York and the city of Geneva,
G-Town's my residence that's where I stack my presidents,
And in my mind it ain't no for irrelevance, come on now
I you knew better, my rhymes are nines and my mouth's a lyrical berretta
But better...YET...I make you like Keith,
And have your whole crew out like rotten teeth.

We manifest tape decks and prisma colored markers,
Invade your like feathers from down parka's,
We legends in our own times and every rhyme is proof,
We drinkin' forty's the fountain of youth,
And when we done pissin' innocence,
Cause in a sense, everything mouth dispense don't necessarily pay the rent
Or the bills, you can't trade food for mic skills,
But if you I'd be eating lovely, believe me.

Who start it like us, rip a it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded us?
Who it like us, rip a part it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded us?
Who it like us, rip a part it like us,
who you know on the stage and get retarded like us?
Who start it like us, rip a part it us,
who you know on the stage and get retarded like us?
GCH make it happen regardless of the element,
breakdancing, beats, graffiti shit, to straight rappin',
Who got your mama's clappin'?
Zappin' cats like the rail, these rappers soundin' sweet over stale ass beats,
Come on get serious, you're making me with these lame clich's and whack hooks
Oh you ain't me? I'll beat you to death with black books,
Now that I got your undivided, you got a mic? You hide it,
I'm creepin' six deep with seven swords of drunk
eye patches, no teeth and burnt eye lashes,
so they sleep and stay dodgin' car crashes,
I'll your pride like a star that just got his fame stolen,
Bash you with a mic so hard I'll leave your swollen,
Cut to the chase I'll get to the point first, cause frankly
You're is worse than Fred Durst's best verse,
AND(AND)IT'S(IT'S)LIKE(LIKE)THAT(THAT)

We manifest through tape decks and prisma markers,
Invade your space like feathers from parka's,
We legends in our own times and every rhyme is proof,
We forty's from the fountain of youth,
And when we done pissin' innocence,
Cause in a sense, everything your mouth dispense don't necessarily pay the
Or the phone bills, you can't food for mic skills,
But if you could I'd be lovely, believe me.