Luyện nghe bài hát Good Grief

My is triple, quadruple, damage for M.C.'s
I make 'em huff 'n puff like mufflers for
Human exhaust, you wanna lost ?
Rhymes plus Exxon ride like Alain Prost
M.C. clowns, I blaze
I dragwheel skulls, leave with speed 'n dust
All you monkeys, donkeys, alternative
I'm T-rex, 'n my rap just crunch, see
The 'n babble, throw heavy scrabble
Sparkles plus the plus the flavor like Snapple
All you so-called rebels heavy cattle
Some horses got but I simply tame with saddle
Hunt a stunt 'Red October', ain't crossin' over
Oops ! scud scrub ? patriot pulver
The music hits, that it is
Check the brothers in the that 'hiss'
grief

Industry check to mac, and wanna me
I kick control untamed like wild pony
So holy like tony, like Coney Island
My man, don't need no master, flasher
Test a prankster gangster like a Gat faster
Get the band aid, kid crunch hard
I sport more confidential than Fort Knox
of tool - Glock - automatic on the static
Synthetic - plastic?- you stay with the casket
I throw a style, freak to test it
It's crazy mega fab, makes your cheer
I crush M.C. jaws who oughta be
And the litter - on the quitter
The survival-rival stronger
fitter
Worldwide you get like stinky cheese
More force a sexual intercourse
So M.C.'s !
amaze - keep 'em all in a daze
With the funk blaze
grief

One for your mind now, as I climb now
Step by now, but Wagga Rep now
I write flavor I was Wes Craven
People my stairs steal like raven
Black with beaks croak when spoken to
shitty nonsense beat, you gotta be jokin' too
The rhyme enforcer, rhythm
I you to respect with the force, well of course oh !
give me the lip
Like he thought that he
I frown on bullshit like my name was eastwood
You come with fronts, 'n poses
I you to my jungle
Like my was guns 'n roses
I blast the sound, you the sound
You got to be down, you got to be down, me, like Charlie Brown
Saying grief