Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme Dat Microphone

[books] gimme dat microphone
"one wrecks, the destroys" --> erick sermon (repeat 2x)
all 4x*

Oahh-kay, oahh-kay; as we go and do it, do it like
like this and you don't stop
Word is bond we kick
So i'ma get on, and swing it somethin like

Verse books, drayz

You niggaz gel up, when I swell up, spark the el up
By the way troop -- oops, I feel a new style
So safety stellar, I'm not the bubba on the level
I shins, the roughest hardrocks to fruity pebbles

Well nigga, boo hops, you know my rocks, who wanna test me?
I'm next g, heavens to betsy, I sting pepsi
Or coca, cola-swola, niggaz
When I fly up niggaz bitch-ups, but y'all can dry up

I be the jibber-jabber, to make a nigga stagger
Like rocka, blanka, I bake that ass like betty crocker, momma
You need to stop your pockets off that pop *shit*
Ai yi yi my dreads, I I'm toxic

Well yo I'm cuckoo but not for cocoa, say I'm loco
*fuck* around and catch a cap like mary
So you know, i'ma follow you wit the drama
Slice em, dice em, and ice that ass like dahmer

[books] dat microphone
"one wrecks, the other destroys" --> sermon (repeat 2x)
all 4x*

Verse 2: books,

Tick tock, can I that cock up in your tummy dear?
I drop a ounce and I bounce just like a gummy bear
Be kickin it like the kicks the bucket dig it
Uhh, ah *shit*, now I have to do to prove I'm rugged?
I my hair crazy like them niggaz red and grady
Punks just up, clever like alice, serve the brady bunch

I makes em wheeze up, cause when I up, I eat mc's up
I leave em on their layin flat with they knees up
Eureka, musta uhh, re-aversin person
No rehearsin I can flip it in and
Change em, em, supa-dupa
Faze em, daze em and that ass with diff'rent days-in

[books] dat microphone
"one wrecks, the other destroys" --> sermon (repeat 2x)
all 4x*

Verse 3: skoob,

Well blow, me down, great scott, I'm wilder than the
In the winter, man my 40 hit the spot
His name is alvin, my sister's name is kitty
My rap was for fools some silicon titties
Hiya, I it and there it goes my *? an? * abuse
My style is a child now it's fatter than roseanne's

Well how i'ma wreck it when i'm, droppin, this rhyme
Don't let me have to like op-ti-mus prime
Cause i'ma have to flip the script and get dready
Run laps around your *faggot* crew mario andretti
When I expand like spandex, my jam wrecks the
You better be on the way before I'm doin you and ya man

[books] gimme dat
"one wrecks, the destroys" --> erick sermon (repeat 2x)
all 4x*