Luyện nghe bài hát Get This Low

[Chorus:
"I'ma get deep 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 then
Back in the day I was cool, I couldn't afford to be a guru
On ya case your lawyer, think you run, you mistaken
Put all records to the side, and it's ya face I'm fuckin'
Awaken and await, and take the like amoebas
I'm rollin' stowin' Tim, gas rack, that's where the heaters
We just wreckin', what the fuck was you from a minor
Put a bullet ya chest, and see who next to rap behind ya
Straight up and down, y'all a sermon and it
I half niggaz wildin', as if they smokin' a gallon of embalmin'
and wanna be fit, like 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, I chew it
Comin' in with this other pussy, I ya then rejuice ya
Crucify ya, I fuckin' rhyme ya, now I'ma shoot ya
My bone is hard as stone, I got blowjob from Medusa

2]
The addict, I'm crushin' MC's who cause static
Pen tips the pad, I stars in the attic
The dopest that wrote this, when suckas provoke
Now it's the for perpetrators to quote this
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 I rip up a set, I get mad deep
Don't sleep, or you and ya whole can get beat
As I'm waxin', taxin', a dope
Bitches who front, get reduced fractions
So ya motherfuckin' to vex, whose next in line
To recline, and my lines, so check it
Now the man ya facin', ya rhymes I'm
If you drip or get slipped, I convict Perry Mason

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3]
Meet ya makers, ya fakers and
I'm greater cause I do my work on paper
Mad raps, raps the disaster the masters
Snatchin' up rappers, and takin' out
He can test, skippin' yet, don't 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, ya fuckin' mics apart
This is the rawest of words of you heard
My rap style superb, nursed in the curb
It can't compete the man when I freak it
The will get beat quick, so stay in ya seat bitch
Rhymes I or perfect, and correct lyrically
Too complex, who ya punks to
Yo, I be rhymin' hits whenever it's to flip quick
A writer's non-stop, and I'ma get --