Luyện nghe bài hát Good Grief

My style is triple, quadruple, for M.C.'s
I make 'em 'n puff like mufflers for Meineke
exhaust, you wanna g-get lost ?
Rhymes plus ride brains like Alain Prost
M.C. clowns, I blaze
I dragwheel skulls, leave with speed 'n cloud
All you monkeys, donkeys, junkies
I'm T-rex, 'n my rap just crunch, see
The jive 'n babble, throw heavy
Sparkles plus the bubbles the flavor like Snapple
All you so-called heavy metal cattle
Some horses got force but I simply tame saddle
a stunt like 'Red October', ain't crossin' over
Oops ! scud ? patriot makes pulver
The music hits, fierce it is
Check the brothers in the that 'hiss'
Good

Industry check to mac, and wanna me
I against control untamed like wild pony
So like tony, attract like Coney Island
My style man, 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
Sort of - Glock - automatic on the static
Synthetic - plastic?- you stay ready with the
I throw a style, wants to test it
It's crazy mega fab, makes hottie cheer
I crush M.C. jaws who be chandelier
And drop the litter - on the
The survival-rival gets
fitter
Worldwide you get served like stinky
More than a sexual intercourse
So M.C.'s !
Brothers - keep 'em all in a daze
With the wild blaze
Good

One for your mind now, as I climb now
Step by now, but Wagga Rep now
I flavor like 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 enforcer, rhythm courser
I 'spect you to with the force, well of course oh !
Don't me the lip
he thought that he could
I frown on bullshit like my was clint eastwood
You with fronts, stunts 'n poses
I welcome you to my
Like my was guns 'n roses
I the sound, you check the sound
You got to be down, you got to be down, like me, Charlie Brown
Saying good