Luyện nghe bài hát Get off the Dick

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

[K] Yeah! Throwin the in the business
[K] Yeah; all trendy shit out there
[T] That old shit
[K] So
[T] That shit
[K] that stink
[T] up
[K] Do this!
[T] Like you this, haha
[T] is how we do
[K]
[T] Every, every day all day,

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

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

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

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

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

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

Keith]
Clench up tight, champagne rhymes won't work tonight
Just raw beat, you're standin on the street
Ass out cold, my target blows out your rectum
get flushed like wet Pampers down the commode
German warfare, crazy just like Hitler
No samples, corny loops, fuck fiddler!
Niggaz get carried with basic shit, every day
Useless mics, and vinyl time a of wack skits
Ex-lax your steelo's got the shits
Pack a bag, zip up your drama, fuckin the bus
already been through sad stories; fuck y'all Gus

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