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 this
It's this and you don't stop
Word is when we kick
So i'ma get on, and swing it like this

Verse one: books,

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

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

I be the jibber-jabber, quick to a nigga stagger
Like some rocka, blanka, I bake that ass betty crocker, momma
You need to in-filling your pockets off that pop *shit*
Ai yi yi my dreads, I think I'm

Well yo I'm cuckoo but not for cocoa, some say I'm
*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 jeffrey

[books] gimme dat
"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 whatta I have to do to prove I'm
I wear my hair crazy like them red and grady
Punks serve up, clever like alice, serve the brady bunch

I makes em wheeze up, cause I ease up, I eat mc's up
I leave em on their backs layin flat they knees up
Eureka, speak uhh, re-aversin person
No I can flip it in reverse and
Change em, rearrange em,
Faze em, daze em and blast that ass with diff'rent

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

Verse 3: skoob,

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

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

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