Luyện nghe bài hát Go Ahead Den

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

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

Walking around with the Gay parade crown
Silicone underneath that pink gown
Posing as a killer when you living as a
Entertaining too deaf to hear the sound

You are a has rapper, talking 'bout your style's nice
Saying, I'm now, looking for a new life
A weak DJ, off of 80's fame
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 trying to earn the pop loot
'Cause I won't sell crack and got no aim to

No patience for the weed, not enough to thief
Can't pimp, like fur coats or gold teeth
But I can rock the hell out of a fat ass
I might smile up in face 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 know how a fire starter go
(Go den)

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

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

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

Oh, damn girl, you make think selling out
But oops, weave just fell out

I am straight from the place that first brought you Carter
The story of Hurricane and imported sugar
And snappy pop coming at you three for a
What, loves who? Yo, don't bother to hail it up

In the streets where we meet 'cause you get beat
And your head caught between timbos and concrete
And that's real, a lot of peeps around the way
Ain't trying to over to the madness of the day

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

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

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

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

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

My tongue is like an instant check for
Write about this, rhyme about the hoes
Anyways I try to uplift but not too yet
Because too much to say makes the Negro's a

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

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

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

DJ