Luyện nghe bài hát Get off the Dick

[Kool
for all you motherfuckers bitin my space shit
Get off my dick, I was on Jupiter

[K] Yeah! the monkey-fuckin-wrench in the business
[K] Yeah; all trendy shit out there
[T] old fake shit
[K] So
[T] That shit
[K] Shit stink
[T] up
[K] Do this!
[T] you knew this, haha
[T] is how we do
[K]
[T] Every, day all day, haha

All you rappers are wack on my balls, picture Kodak
Niggaz be talkin like they hard, they asscrack
[Tim] These wack tryin to sound like Kool Keith
I shoulda a bat and knocked out they front teeth, POW!
[Keith] From New York to Cali MC's keep poppin
With up grammar, your weak style ain't stoppin shit
[Tim] Rappers nowadays clog my dick like fog
Ever since I came out, everybody to be a Dog
You on my list, your project building just drowned in piss
When I hit your city, your area, your rectum
I got that hardcore, rap score, elevated folklore
Nonsense I ignore, Tim Dog is

[Kool
Take out whole backpiece, blow your fuckin spectrum
Wipe off your shirt, your style is baby squirt
I don't care, beware, smell smoke watch your
I'm up close like acne in your ass crack
Atomic workout, strategy for fuckin
Your butthole, overused with inserts
Still up shit point blank like fuckin fireworks
Niggaz get busted half fights(?) for Greyhound
Penalties are deadly for quality, how shit sound?
I'm not motherfuckers.

[Chorus: Tim Dog + Keith]
Niggaz on some Ultra shit, niggaz on Ultra shit
How niggaz is on our dick? (Get off the dick!)
on some Ultra shit, niggaz on some Ultra shit
Niggaz on Ultra shit . (Get off the dick!)
Niggaz on some Ultra shit, on some Ultra shit
How many niggaz is on our (Get off the dick!)
on some Ultra shit, niggaz on some Ultra shit

[Chorus last #1]
(Get off the dick!) Niggaz on Ultra shit (For life)

Dog]
God damn it's a brand new
Comin back with the packed mac, bustin off with the raw raps
Rippin rappers out the frame, cause it's that
You want your mic back; you're gonna have to fight back
Raise up, up, if you're nice and
niggaz fuckin with D-O-G, is like McNeely fuckin with Mike
I'm slicin, dicin MC's, they call me
Niggaz get me amped, me get mental
Perplexed I project my context
Bust nuts in anus cause it's better than sex
Hey yo I'm mad, and "I'm Bad", like Mr. J
I'm back with my man Keith, hip-hop hoo-hooray
Get down, for my crown, I'm a scholar
Niggaz shit is so I wouldn't pay a fuckin dollar, holla
(Hooooooo!) it

[Chorus line #2]
on some Ultra shit (Get off the dick!)

[Kool
Clench up tight, them champagne rhymes work tonight
raw beat, you're buttnaked standin on the street
Ass out cold, my target blows out your hole
Niggaz get like wet Pampers down the commode
German warfare, crazy just like Hitler
No soft samples, corny loops, fiddler!
Niggaz get carried away with basic shit, day
Useless mics, and time a bunch of wack skits
Ex-lax reveal your got the shits
Pack a bag, zip up your drama, catch the bus
Niggaz already been through sad stories; y'all Gus

Yeah I don't give a fuck the sunny Stet(?) drums
Who's usin the Alfonso Moons, I don't give a fuck
Cal(?)DeJade I don't give a fuck, any snare,
loop, fuck it all
Motherfuckers can go downtown
and find all these records if you want; I don't a fuck!