Luyện nghe bài hát Good Grief

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

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

One time for mind now, as I climb now
Step by step now, but Rep now
I write like I was Wes Craven
People under my steal like raven
Black beaks wanna croak when spoken to
Some shitty beat, you gotta be jokin' too
The rhyme enforcer, rhythm
I 'spect you to respect the force, well of course oh !
Don't me the lip
Like he that he could
I on bullshit like my name was clint eastwood
You come fronts, stunts 'n poses
I you to my jungle
Like my name was guns 'n
I the sound, you check the sound
You got to be down, you got to be down, like me, like Brown
Saying good