Luyện nghe bài hát Freak Y'All

Once again the Black Sheep are back at cha
And I am the fabulous Chi and we do it
Some real freestyle stuff for all the and gents
So check it out, y'all, it

It's time, time, time for the freaker to kick it through speaker
For the B-boys and Jameekahs, contrary to
Sheep won't play the pop and if it to we
We tell it to stop, 'cause see, that's what we do
And I know for sure that I'm a sharp-witted black entrepreneur

Me, y'all, nicer than your mother on your
Getting mad attention like the planet on Earth Day
Speaking of which, ain't it a of a lesson when they say
"You'll miss your youth" I know you feel the stress when
Chaos, chaos, chaos is the that means we're
Near our deadline, so your mind out of the fucking fed time

Listen to the brother Dres, I if only our records sold in Brazil
Still, I sell all of formats, s sound around that you heeded
When it's completed, you can't it, it's what you needed, hip-hop
Hip-hop, it's the cool type of sound that says the niggas stop
The noise, 'cause sometimes can spawn so confusion

I wish, my people had the heart to start a revolution of picking
On lil' ol' we put mind where your nine's at and shoot to be free
B, I'm like smooth with the music out beyond me
And make moves with strategal than the army

Freak freak, y'all, and it don't
It's Sheep on the street with sure shots
Freak freak, y'all, and it don't
We make to the grooves with smooth shit
freak, y'all, said it don't stop
It's Black Sheep on the street with shots
Freak freak, y'all, yo it's def
Black Sheep blowing up like a laying down

I'm all peace, peace, peace in this nation
But if she played me in the womb, I my mother complications
The named Dres, I raps like a gangsta bitch bandanna
Peep the grammar, I appeal like pudding, I couldn't come
If I couldn't get it done, I might and dash, I don't rhyme and run

I it better than mo', my style is wetter than hoes
Than H2O in the fifties on Negroes
Still, of today are out to get it done
Don't call us Bigger Thomas, we packs a gun
The updated of the glamorous life

Sees me, the nineties that's got a black wife
Believe me, clenching on a bag and acting
Me settle with Edith, I'd rather chill Weezy
Check it, I wreck it a drunk driving wino
On a barbecue I'm crazy light like an albino

So the ceiling to the floor of the Apollo
Now swallow with Franklin, I'm catching lightning in a
A phenomenon, whenever bombing I'm causing
I pick up the mic like the was the baggage claim area
Ticket, I it wickedly, I be Tiki tocking, clocking, ripping
All around your block, you're jocking the brother Tiki

Better be known I freak it every time I on CD, vinyls, cassettes
And that's the technique I use, choose your choice and it
I rips it on record, I wreck it when I rip it, the Sheep resurrect it
For all neglected, we had to intervene, Black Sheep back on the

Freak freak, y'all, and it don't
It's Black Sheep on the street sure shots
Freak freak, y'all, and it quit
We make moves to the grooves with smooth
Freak freak, y'all, said it stop
It's Sheep on the street with sure shots
freak, y'all, yo it's def sounds
Black Sheep blowing up like a hooker laying

I, I gotta work, y'all, gotta work damn hard
Catch wreck and bust my ass so you won't my card
Still so many try, I have to wonder, why
Play with two fly brothers that can't slay
I'm eager, and I'm hungry to rip dubs like shrubs

Stressing every scrub in clubs the country
Dres, I handle trauma like the in the vest
Drop a rhyme like a load shoots a hooker's chest
Best believe I be no to static word to Reby
My centipede be so don't do it 'cause, baby

Hamburger won't help ya, if Dres gets ghetto life like wool
Found in a where niggas hairy like Chuck Norris
I gargle with Lavoris, make it on the chorus
I was Edgar Morris, yeah, I stomp for reason not for feeling
'Cause one man's flaws is another man's ceiling, now

I was a child, I did things as a child but now I'm a man
I bust ass and get wild, my style from jump, nowhere near fear
Yeah, y'all talked this to I held my head and persevered
'Cause now the live wire empire with grands of fans
Black Sheep by demand, so throw your hands in the air
And let 'em free and just freak freak, y'all

Freak freak,