Luyện nghe bài hát Get Loose

Yeah, haha. Chris Webby. Yeah.
on the beat.
I get loose,
I get loose.
You know what I
I'm good,
good.
Uh huh, yeah. Yeah.

It's that dictionary,
always rapping A to Z.
Never to play with me
The is never rated G.
My is indescribable
So can label me.
Get loose a bottle of goose,
an eighth of weed.

to me,
Then I'm for war.
'Cause I'm a
So you know I'm down to a sword.
In the lead,
So my stare at the score.
I'll be gettin' high like Chewbacca
And Ford.

Immature,
Yeah,
But I spit heat.
Molten off the top,
Baby, peak.
I tighten up my sneaks,
And I that beat.
Bill the
even know if you want that beef.

I get loose like the of my jeans.
So when I rap.
Can't even what a lot of it means.
But I be to the top
By any means.
With audio crack rock
I got for the fiend.

I get loose,
In the
And I'm at it again.
So get ready for the
Baby your friends.
It's foul mouth white boy
to offend
Everybody I can.
Where's my pad and a
I get
With the
air to my words.
CT on my back,
And I rep it for sure.
Anybody and can tell
my turn.
So I'm a show these why Webby's
The in the burbs.

I roll the like Jumanji,
No Williams,
But have a pack of animals
Stampeding your lobby.
I'm the son of Zeus,
Webby it godly.
I'm a fella,
the roll of Tommy.

With a of zannies
In my
And a
be wallin' out of control.
I fuckin' you to stop me.

I'm
complicated origami.
fists,
I'm the of Gandhi.
be wack,
I'm of the pack,
I'm tracks.
Etc, you in the ring,
I'm you back.

You'll be lucky if you
with your attached.
I attack the nervous system
With these tracks.
Stay with the laces on my boots,
proof,
That hip-hop dead,
It evolved to new.
So call the
And out the damn tanks.
that's all she wrote
Diary of Frank.

I get loose,
In the
And I'm at it again.
So get ready for the
Baby your friends.
It's foul mouth white boy
Back to
that I can.
Where's my pad and a
I get
With the
air to my words.
CT on my back,
And I'm for sure.
Anybody and can tell
my turn.
So I'm a show these people why
The in the burbs.
Yeah.