Luyện nghe bài hát Get This Low

[Chorus:
"I'ma get like Jacques Cousteau"
"Jacques Cousteau could get this low, ahh" - ODB (3X)
"And get mad deep like a threat!" - GZA

1]
No to go and I be flowing, try to flow and then before
in the day when 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 shit amoebas
I'm rollin' stowin' Tim, gas rack, that's where the heaters
We wreckin', what 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 sermon and it
I niggaz wildin', as if they smokin' a gallon of embalmin' fluid
Drillin' and 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, like I it
Comin' in with this pussy, I smoke ya then rejuice ya
Crucify ya, I fuckin' rhyme ya, now I'ma fuckin' ya
My bone is hard as stone, cause I got blowjob from

2]
The beat addict, I'm MC's who cause static
Pen tips the pad, I touch in the attic
The that wrote this, when suckas provoke this
Now the time for perpetrators to quote this
Rhyme that I wrote for to get loose to
I blow up like snots in a tissue
I dissed you, dismissed, but persist 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 reaction
Bitches who front, get reduced fractions
So ya flex 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 convict like Mason

2X]

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 out actors
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, rippin' ya fuckin' apart
This is the rawest of words of you heard
My rap style superb, gettin' in the curb
It compete with the man when I freak it
The will get beat quick, so stay in ya seat bitch
Rhymes I wreck or perfect, and correct
Too complex, who ya punks to
Yo, I be rhymin' hits it's time to flip quick
A block non-stop, and I'ma get --