Luyện nghe bài hát Food For Mic Skills

Travis been known to spit backflips on tracks with skate kicks
Osiris had the flyest but I'm all about Axion, bigspin
I Crooked grind your for not listenin',
I'm regular, you stuck in fakie position
The funny is I don't skate but I'll deflate your whole ego
Manipulate your face and replace it something uglier than
The product of Sha-nae-nae and Patrick havin' a baby
(Damn Travis you crazy) Nah a little misunderstood
I got the in confusion, for the simple fact my vocabulary 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 scuffin' their knees,
Suckin' the dicks of just to get their platinum chains and cars,
I'ma on doin' 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 down the middle like a Philly gets,
had enough of all these silent menaces,
I'm for but you'll get quickly deceased with violent sentences,
The only witnesses will be notified to come identify the dental records of a kid offended mine,
you ain't a friend of so I suggest you call me Mr. McCoy
Hot shit will burn and you boy

We manifest through decks and prisma colored markers,
Invade your space like feathers down parka's,
We legends in our own times and every is living proof,
We drinkin' forty's from the of youth,
And we done we're pissin' innocence,
Cause in a sense, everything your mouth 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 other on some old common cold (SHHH),
I'm than that, and plus you always suck (YECK) quicker than that,
And H20 aqua we be thicker that, and if at
Anytime shit gets to to handle I'm going out raw,
and all like Bruce Cambell,
Steppin' out the darkness with an of creeps,
Caffeine ain't allowin' to get no sleep,
Cause cat's speak soft, and quick to front like Charles Bronson,
Shoutin' out Brooklyn, knowin' they from Wisconsin,
That's why I'm always concentratin' when I'm cheeba,
We down with New York and the city of Geneva,
G-Town's my residence that's where I my dead presidents,
And in my mind it no time for irrelevance, come on now
I thought you knew better, my rhymes are nines and my a lyrical berretta
But better...YET...I you Sweat like Keith,
And your whole crew fallin' out like rotten teeth.

We manifest through tape and prisma colored markers,
Invade your like feathers from down parka's,
We in our own times 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 dispense don't necessarily pay the
Or the bills, you can't trade food for mic skills,
But if you could I'd be lovely, believe me.

Who start it like us, rip a part it us,
who you know on the stage and get retarded like us?
Who start it like us, rip a it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded us?
Who start it us, rip a part it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded us?
Who start it like us, rip a part it us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded us?
GCH will it happen regardless of the element,
breakdancing, beats, graffiti shit, to straight rappin',
Who got your mama's hands
Zappin' cats like the third rail, these rappers sweet over stale ass beats,
on get serious, you're making me furious with these lame clich's and whack hooks
Oh you ain't feelin' me? I'll you to death with black books,
Now that I got your undivided, you got a You better hide it,
I'm six deep with seven swords of drunk pirates
With eye patches, no and burnt eye lashes,
so they don't sleep and stay car crashes,
I'll smash your pride like a star that 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 point first, cause
You're shit is worse than Durst's best verse,
AND(AND)IT'S(IT'S)LIKE(LIKE)THAT(THAT)

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