Luyện nghe bài hát Get This Low

[Chorus:
"I'ma get like Jacques Cousteau"
"Jacques Cousteau could get this low, ahh" - ODB (3X)
"And I'ma get mad deep a threat!" - GZA

1]
No where to go and I be flowing, try to flow and before
Back in the day when I was cool, I afford to be a guru
On ya case like your lawyer, think you run, you
Put all records to the side, and it's ya I'm fuckin' breaking
Awaken and await, and take the shit amoebas
I'm rollin' stowin' Tim, gas rack, that's where the heaters
We wreckin', what the fuck was you expectin' from a minor
Put a bullet through ya chest, and see who next to rap ya
Straight up and down, y'all a and blew it
I half niggaz wildin', as if smokin' a gallon of embalmin' fluid
Drillin' and wanna be fit, like something on the barbie
I do my up in Philly, chill in the hills, where other gods guard me
Thinkin' going thru my hood, like I chew it
Comin' in with this other pussy, I smoke ya then ya
Crucify ya, I fuckin' rhyme ya, now I'ma fuckin' ya
My is hard as stone, cause I got blowjob from Medusa

2]
The beat addict, I'm crushin' who cause static
Pen tips the pad, I touch in the attic
The that wrote this, when suckas provoke this
Now it's the time for perpetrators to quote
Rhyme that I wrote for to get loose to
I blow up spots snots in a tissue
I you, dismissed, but suckas persist to
Bite my flow, so now you --
when I rip up a set, I get mad deep
Don't sleep, or you and ya whole crew can get
As I'm waxin', taxin', a dope
Bitches who front, get reduced fractions
So ya motherfuckin' flex to vex, next in line
To recline, and my lines, so check it
Now the man ya facin', ya I'm erasin'
If you or get slipped, I convict like Perry Mason

2X]

3]
Meet ya makers, ya fakers and
I'm cause I do my best work on paper
Mad raps, the disaster from the masters
Snatchin' up rappers, and takin' out
He can test, skippin' yet, pass the limit
You finished, so save the Die image for Bruce Willis
Ya are a joke, but I put dope from start
Transform with the art, rippin' ya fuckin' apart
This is the rawest of words of you heard
My rap style superb, nursed in the curb
It can't compete with the man when I it
The will get beat quick, so stay in ya seat bitch
I wreck or perfect, and correct lyrically
Too complex, who ya punks to
Yo, I be rhymin' hits whenever it's time to quick
A block non-stop, and I'ma get --