Luyện nghe bài hát Good Grief

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

Industry check to mac, and wanna me
I kick against control untamed wild pony
So holy like tony, attract Coney Island
My style man, need no master, flasher
Test a prankster gangster a Gat much faster
Get the band aid, kid crunch hard
I sport more techniques than Fort Knox
Sort of tool - - automatic on the static
Synthetic - plastic?- you stay ready with the
I throw a style, freak to test it
It's crazy mega fab, your hottie cheer
I crush M.C. jaws who be chandelier
And drop the litter - on the
The gets stronger
fitter
Worldwide you get served like cheese
force than a sexual intercourse
So M.C.'s !
amaze - keep 'em all in a daze
With the funk blaze
Good

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