Luyện nghe bài hát Get This Low

[Chorus:
"I'ma get deep like Cousteau"
"Jacques Cousteau could never get low, ahh" - ODB (3X)
"And get mad deep like 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 couldn't to be a guru
On ya like your lawyer, think you run, you mistaken
Put all to the side, and it's ya face I'm fuckin' breaking
Awaken and await, and take the like amoebas
I'm rollin' with stowin' Tim, gas rack, where the heaters
We just wreckin', what the fuck was you expectin' from a
Put a bullet through ya chest, and see who to rap behind ya
Straight up and down, y'all a and blew it
I half niggaz wildin', as if they a gallon of embalmin' fluid
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' going thru my hood, like I chew it
Comin' in with this other pussy, I ya then rejuice ya
ya, I fuckin' rhyme ya, now I'ma fuckin' shoot ya
My bone is as stone, cause I got blowjob from Medusa

2]
The beat addict, I'm MC's who cause static
Pen tips the pad, I touch in the attic
The dopest that wrote this, when suckas this
Now it's the time for perpetrators to this
Rhyme that I wrote for heads to get to
I blow up spots like in a tissue
I dissed you, dismissed, but suckas 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 can get beat
As I'm waxin', taxin', a dope
who front, get reduced like fractions
So ya motherfuckin' flex to vex, whose 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 like Perry Mason

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3]
Meet ya makers, ya and immitators
I'm greater cause I do my best on paper
Mad raps, raps the disaster the masters
Snatchin' up rappers, and takin' out
He can test, skippin' yet, don't pass the
You finished, so save the Die Hard for Bruce Willis
Ya raps are a joke, but I put dope start
Transform with the art, rippin' ya mics apart
This is the rawest of words of you ever
My rap style superb, gettin' in the curb
It can't compete the man when I freak it
The crew will get beat quick, so in ya seat bitch
Rhymes I wreck or perfect, and lyrically
Too complex, who ya to step
Yo, I be rhymin' hits whenever time to flip quick
A writer's block non-stop, and get --