Luyện nghe bài hát Food For Mic Skills

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

We through tape decks and prisma colored markers,
Invade your space like feathers down parka's,
We legends in our own and every rhyme is living proof,
We drinkin' forty's the fountain of youth,
And when we done we're innocence,
Cause in a sense, everything your mouth dispense 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.

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

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

Who start it us, rip a part it like us,
who you jump on the stage and get retarded like us?
Who start it like us, rip a part it us,
who you jump on the stage and get retarded like us?
Who it like us, rip a part it like us,
who you know on the stage and get retarded like us?
Who it like us, rip a part it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get like us?
GCH will make it happen of the element,
breakdancing, beats, graffiti shit, to straight rappin',
Who got your mama's hands
Zappin' cats the third rail, these rappers soundin' sweet over stale ass beats,
Come on get serious, you're me furious 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 undivided, you got a mic? You better hide it,
I'm six deep with seven swords of drunk pirates
eye patches, no teeth and burnt eye lashes,
so they don't sleep and stay car crashes,
I'll smash pride like a star that just got his fame stolen,
Bash you with a mic so hard I'll your name swollen,
Cut to the chase I'll just get to the first, cause frankly
shit is worse than Fred Durst's best verse,
AND(AND)IT'S(IT'S)LIKE(LIKE)THAT(THAT)

We manifest through tape and prisma colored markers,
your space like feathers from down parka's,
We legends in our own times and 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 phone bills, you can't food for mic skills,
But if you could I'd be eating lovely, me.