Luyện nghe bài hát Get Loose

Yeah, haha. It's Webby. Yeah.
on the beat.
I get loose,
I get loose.
You what I mean?
I'm good,
good.
Uh huh, yeah. Yeah.

It's human dictionary,
Webby's rapping A to Z.
Never smart to play me
The flow is never G.
My style is
So can label me.
Get loose a bottle of goose,
an eighth of weed.

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

Immature,
Yeah,
But I spit heat.
lava off the top,
Baby, peak.
I just up my sneaks,
And I that beat.
the butcher
Don't even know if you want beef.

I get loose like the of my jeans.
So when I rap.
Can't even tell a lot of it means.
But I be to the top
By any means.
that 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 gather friends.
It's that foul white boy
to offend
Everybody I can.
my pad and a pen?
I get
the flow
air to my words.
CT on my back,
And I rep it for sure.
Anybody and everybody can
my turn.
So I'm a show people why Webby's
The in the burbs.

I the dice like Jumanji,
No Williams,
But I'll have a of animals
Stampeding your lobby.
I'm the son of Zeus,
spit it godly.
I'm a fella,
Play the of Tommy.

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

I'm
Than 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 if you leave
with your attached.
When I attack the nervous
these venemous 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 for the show
Baby your friends.
It's foul mouth white boy
Back to
Everybody 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.
and everybody can tell
my turn.
So I'm a show people why Webby's
The in the burbs.
Yeah.