Luyện nghe bài hát Good Grief

My style is triple, quadruple, for M.C.'s
I 'em huff 'n puff like mufflers for Meineke
Human exhaust, you g-get lost ?
Rhymes plus Exxon ride brains like Alain
M.C. clowns, I towns
I dragwheel skulls, leave with speed 'n dust
All you monkeys, donkeys, alternative
I'm strictly T-rex, 'n my rap crunch, see
The jive 'n babble, heavy scrabble
Sparkles plus the plus the flavor like Snapple
All you so-called rebels metal cattle
Some horses got force but I simply tame with
Hunt a stunt like 'Red October', ain't over
! scud scrub ? patriot makes pulver
The music hits, fierce it is
Check the brothers in the that 'hiss'
Good

check to mac, and wanna know me
I kick against control untamed wild pony
So like tony, attract like Coney Island
My style man, don't need no master,
Test a prankster gangster like a Gat much
Get the aid, kid crunch hard knock
I sport more techniques confidential than Knox
Sort of tool - Glock - on the static
Synthetic - plastic?- you stay ready the casket
I a style, freak wants to test it
It's crazy mega fab, your hottie cheer
I crush M.C. who oughta be chandelier
And drop the - on the quitter
The gets stronger
fitter
Worldwide you get served like stinky
More than a sexual intercourse
So M.C.'s !
Brothers amaze - keep 'em all in a
With the wild funk
Good

One time for your mind now, as I now
by step now, but Wagga Rep now
I write flavor I was Wes Craven
People under my steal like raven
Black with beaks wanna when spoken to
Some shitty nonsense beat, you gotta be too
The enforcer, rhythm courser
I 'spect you to with the force, well of course oh !
give me the lip
Like he thought that he
I frown on bullshit my name was clint eastwood
You come with fronts, stunts 'n
I you to my jungle
Like my was guns 'n roses
I the sound, you check the sound
You got to be down, you got to be down, me, like Charlie Brown
Saying good