Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme Dat Microphone

[books] gimme gimme dat
"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 when we kick
So i'ma get on, and swing it like this

Verse books, drayz

You punk niggaz gel up, when I up, spark the el up
By the way -- oops, I feel a new style developing
So safety stellar, I'm not the baby on the level
I crush shins, the roughest hardrocks to fruity

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

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

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

[books] dat microphone
"one wrecks, the destroys" --> erick 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 the rapper kicks the bucket dig it
Uhh, ah *shit*, now whatta I have to do to prove I'm
I wear my hair crazy them niggaz red and grady
Punks just serve up, like alice, serve the brady bunch

I makes em wheeze up, cause I ease up, I eat mc's up
I em on their backs layin flat with 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 ass with diff'rent days-in

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

Verse 3: skoob,

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

Well check how i'ma wreck it when i'm, droppin, rhyme
let me have to transform like op-ti-mus prime
Cause then i'ma to flip the script and get dready
Run laps your *faggot* crew like mario andretti
When I expand spandex, my jam wrecks the ampex
You better be on the way I'm doin you and ya man next

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