Luyện nghe bài hát Get off the Dick

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

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

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

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

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

last line #1]
(Get off the dick!) Niggaz on some shit (For life)

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

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

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

I don't give a fuck about the sunny Stet(?) drums
Who's the Alfonso Moons, whatever I don't give a fuck
Cal(?)DeJade I don't 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!