Luyện nghe bài hát Food For Mic Skills

Travis been known to spit backflips on tracks with skate kicks
Osiris had the but I'm all about Axion, Verbal bigspin
I Crooked grind melon 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 with something uglier
The of Sha-nae-nae and Patrick Ewing havin' a baby
(Damn Travis you crazy) Nah a little misunderstood
I got the planet in confusion, for the simple fact my vocabulary lacks the losin'
Contusions are placed the bodies of any challengers
I'll leave my mark then disappear J.D. Salinger,
As whack emcee's scuffin' their knees,
Suckin' the dicks of A&R's just to get their platinum and cars,
I'ma keep on my thing,
Broke as Macy Gray would be with a voice trying to sing,
Who wanna it to these Crab Apple affiliates,
Act silly and you'll get split down the middle like a gets,
I've had of all these silent menaces,
I'm for peace but get quickly deceased with violent sentences,
The only witnesses will be 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 manifest through tape decks and prisma markers,
Invade your space like feathers from parka's,
We legends in our own times and every is living proof,
We drinkin' forty's the fountain of youth,
And when we we're pissin' innocence,
Cause in a sense, everything your mouth don't necessarily pay the rent
Or the phone bills, you trade food for mic skills,
But if you I'd be eating lovely, believe me.

McCoy be like the influenza, flow sick,
These other on some old common 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 gets to hard to handle I'm going out raw,
and all like Bruce Cambell,
Steppin' out the with an army of creeps,
Caffeine allowin' Travis to get no sleep,
Cause speak soft, and quick to front hard like Charles Bronson,
out Brooklyn, knowin' that they from Wisconsin,
That's why I'm concentratin' when I'm puffin' cheeba,
We down New York State and the city of Geneva,
G-Town's my residence where I stack my dead presidents,
And in my mind it ain't no for irrelevance, come on now
I thought you knew better, my rhymes are nines and my mouth's a berretta
But better...YET...I you Sweat like Keith,
And have your whole crew out like rotten teeth.

We manifest tape decks and prisma colored markers,
Invade your space feathers from down parka's,
We legends in our own times and every is living proof,
We forty's from the fountain of youth,
And when we done pissin' innocence,
in a sense, everything your mouth dispense don't necessarily pay the rent
Or the phone bills, you can't trade 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 start it like us, rip a part it 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 us, rip a part it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded us?
GCH will make it regardless of the element,
From breakdancing, beats, graffiti shit, to rappin',
Who got your hands clappin'?
cats like the third rail, these rappers soundin' sweet over stale ass beats,
Come on get serious, you're making me furious with these clich's and whack hooks
Oh you ain't feelin' me? I'll beat you to with black books,
Now that I got your undivided, you got a You better hide it,
I'm creepin' six deep with seven swords of drunk
With eye patches, no and burnt eye lashes,
so they don't and stay dodgin' car crashes,
I'll smash your pride 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 just get to the point first, cause
You're is worse than Fred Durst's best verse,
AND(AND)IT'S(IT'S)LIKE(LIKE)THAT(THAT)

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