Luyện nghe bài hát Get This Low

[Chorus:
"I'ma get like Jacques 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 then
Back in the day I was cool, I couldn't afford to be a guru
On ya case like lawyer, think you run, you mistaken
Put all to the side, and it's ya face I'm fuckin' breaking
Awaken and await, and the shit like amoebas
I'm rollin' with Tim, gas rack, that's where the heaters
We just wreckin', the fuck was you expectin' from a minor
Put a through ya chest, and see who next to rap behind ya
Straight up and down, y'all a and blew it
I half niggaz wildin', as if they smokin' a gallon of fluid
Drillin' and wanna be fit, like something shrimp on the
I do my dirt up in Philly, chill in the hills, where other guard me
that's going thru my hood, like I chew it
Comin' in with this other pussy, I smoke ya then ya
Crucify ya, I fuckin' ya, now I'ma fuckin' shoot ya
My bone is hard as stone, cause I got from Medusa

2]
The beat addict, I'm crushin' who cause static
Pen tips the pad, I touch stars in the
The dopest wrote this, when suckas provoke this
Now it's the time for to quote this
Rhyme I wrote for heads to get loose to
I up spots like snots 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 steal my lines, so 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 cause I do my best work on paper
Mad raps, raps the disaster from the
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 are a joke, but I put dope from start
Transform with the art, rippin' ya fuckin' mics
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
Rhymes I wreck or perfect, and lyrically
Too complex, who ya punks to
Yo, I be rhymin' hits whenever it's time to flip
A writer's non-stop, and I'ma get --