Luyện nghe bài hát Go Ahead Den

Alright, yo, I'm
kill it, I'ma kill it
Here we go, we go, yo

My flow is like a cock for your whole label street team
My verse is like a hearse for your scheme
My whole steez, nigga, please, put the mic
Talk about your represent when you your town

Walking around the Gay Pride parade crown
Silicone raps underneath that gown
Posing as a killer when you living as a
Entertaining A&R's too deaf to hear the

You are a has been rapper, talking your style's nice
Saying, I'm independent now, looking for a new
A weak DJ, living off of 80's
Guess starring in the basement, living off of name

My name's Kardinal, the mic dark figure
Diploma type mixed up with street niggas
Living underground to earn the pop loot
I won't sell crack and got no aim to shoot

No for the weed, not quick enough to thief
Can't pimp, don't like fur coats or teeth
But I can the hell out of a fat ass beat
I might smile up in your and then jack your SP

Yo, I'm ill to the 7th
represent, ya hearing me?
(Go den)
Yo, I'm the rapper dapper with flows
You don't know how a fire go
(Go den)

Yo, lick two, off in the sky
A way when I'm stepping in the room
(Go den)
Yo, eff rappers, I'm the hardest on two feet
Y'all have me, ya not seen
(Go den)

Yo, my rhymes are covered in latex delivered to your Jubby
My charms tribes quest for hot sex, no for the next can protect
See when the I drop, the saying, 'what?'
And the skins are wet, wet, wet, wet, wet

I'm dripping in girls and missing what we trying to say
But about a revolution, end up talking about the day
When they can feel a rapper's privates, I'm looking for mind
But I'm seeing all your titties and a big behind

Oh, girl, you make think 'bout selling out
But oops, your just fell out

I am straight from the place first brought you Vince Carter
The story of Hurricane and imported sugar
And snappy pop coming at you three for a
What, Peter loves who? Yo, bother to hail it up

In the streets where we meet 'cause you might get
And find your head between timbos and concrete
And that's real, a lot of peeps around the way
trying to bend over to the madness of the day

But do to do, ayyo, who am I to say?
I just want your records anyway
You see me

Someone to try and come up
With the things I say, I'm a bad mother, yo
(Go den)
I'm too like Guess-V in a special way
way but everyday
(Go den)

Yo, yo, I'm another one
one for the mic
Know I'm saying?

Yo, I'm rolling through my system waking up the neighbors
Hell yeah, I know it's but I gotta pump my song
Heavier rotation than and Thong Song
I'm the perfect of Einstein and Long Dong Silver

Up in one, real raps for fun
I'm the black anti-Babylon, shogun
I try not to bus' until I'm she cum
If I get a itch, I check out the whole [Incomprehensible]

My tongue is an instant check for 7-0's
Write about this, rhyme something the hoes
Anyways I try to but not too serious yet
Because too much to say the Negro's a threat

So we talk about sex and promote the drug
Even we know it's wrong, we just trying to make a name
Cha, I'm trying to get my out the ghetto
And you would too if you could flow,

I'm ill to the 7th
represent, ya hearing me
(Go den)
Yo, I'm the nicest rapper dapper with
You don't know how a starter go
(Go den)

Yo, lick two, off in the sky
A way when I'm stepping in the room
(Go den)
Yo eff rappers, I'm the hardest thing on two
have seen me? Ya not seen
(Go den)

DJ