Luyện nghe bài hát Get This Low

[Chorus:
"I'ma get deep like Cousteau"
"Jacques could never get this low, ahh" - ODB (3X)
"And get mad deep like a threat!" - GZA

1]
No where to go and I be flowing, try to and then before
Back in the day when I was cool, I couldn't afford to be a
On ya case your lawyer, think you run, you mistaken
Put all to the side, and it's ya face I'm fuckin' breaking
and await, and take the shit like amoebas
I'm rollin' with Tim, gas rack, that's where the heaters
We just wreckin', what the was you expectin' from a minor
Put a bullet ya chest, and see who next to rap behind ya
up and down, y'all a sermon and blew it
I niggaz wildin', as if they smokin' a gallon of embalmin' fluid
Drillin' and wanna be fit, something shrimp on the barbie
I do my dirt up in Philly, chill in the hills, other gods guard me
Thinkin' that's going thru my hood, like I it
in with this other pussy, I smoke ya then rejuice ya
Crucify ya, I fuckin' rhyme ya, now I'ma fuckin' ya
My bone is hard as stone, I got blowjob from Medusa

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

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3]
Meet ya makers, ya and immitators
I'm greater cause I do my best work on
Mad raps, raps the from the masters
up rappers, and takin' out actors
He can test, skippin' yet, pass the limit
You finished, so the Die Hard image for Bruce Willis
Ya raps are a joke, but I put from start
Transform with the art, rippin' ya mics apart
is the rawest of words of you ever heard
My rap style superb, nursed in the curb
It can't with the man when I freak it
The crew 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 flip
A block non-stop, and I'ma get --