Luyện nghe bài hát Get This Low

[Chorus:
"I'ma get deep like Cousteau"
"Jacques Cousteau never get this low, ahh" - ODB (3X)
"And I'ma get mad 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 afford to be a
On ya case like 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 with stowin' Tim, gas rack, that's where the heaters
We just wreckin', what the fuck was you expectin' 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 they smokin' a of embalmin' fluid
Drillin' and wanna be fit, like something on the barbie
I do my dirt up in Philly, chill in the hills, where other guard me
Thinkin' that's going thru my hood, like I it
Comin' in with other pussy, I smoke ya then rejuice ya
Crucify ya, I fuckin' ya, now I'ma fuckin' shoot ya
My bone is hard as stone, cause I got blowjob Medusa

2]
The beat addict, I'm crushin' MC's who 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 like in a tissue
I dissed you, dismissed, but suckas to
my flow, so now you know --
That when I rip up a set, I get mad
sleep, or you and ya whole crew can get beat
As I'm waxin', taxin', a dope
Bitches who front, get like fractions
So ya flex to vex, whose next in line
To recline, and my lines, so check it
Now the man ya facin', ya I'm erasin'
If you drip or get slipped, I convict like Mason

2X]

3]
Meet ya makers, ya fakers and
I'm greater I do my best work on paper
Mad raps, raps the from the masters
up rappers, and takin' out actors
He can test, skippin' yet, don't the limit
You finished, so save the Die Hard for Bruce Willis
Ya raps are a joke, but I put dope from
Transform with the art, ya fuckin' mics apart
This is the rawest of of you ever heard
My rap style superb, gettin' in the curb
It can't compete with the man 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 it's time to flip
A writer's non-stop, and I'ma get --