Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Q-Tip

Open your see the sight you never saw
Run your to your man till your jaws get sore
The Funkmaster, the Abstract, we come
Stand tall through all things either good or bad
Open your eyes see the sight you saw
Run your jibs to your man your jaws get sore
The Funkmaster, the Abstract, we come
Stand tall through all either good or bad weather
The ghetto style and the ghetto
We got the shit for the foes and the
The house of the elite you know we shit street
Really raw like you saw before, check it Pah
The Funkmaster, wack they get plastered
My man is faster, my shit be out before it's even
So before you even think a fuckin scrimmage
Take your heads out the clouds and we'll diminish
Queens keeper, flexin not a street
Written in town, Jones in your speaker
Top notch child the microphone or the scuba dives
during the night, and no we the frog
of highlighting, the jam with but still fresh
The vibe of Tribe Called Quest, you can't
Or fraudulate, I gotta make chickenheads wait
About to cop tape, hop in my whip and skate
So hit your nearest location, your hip-hop nation
And the Flex
For the pockets, we niggaed you can't stop it
The Abstract the Flex the main topic
So niggy yo you got to hear it better yet to it
you can't retrieve it or deceive it
And yo, you got to the rhyme
The Funkmaster Flex that's a true man of mine, it out
Yo yo yo
Say
Shouts out to my man
For the Down, on down
The
shit, hook it up-aca