Luyện nghe bài hát Good Grief

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

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

One for your mind now, as I climb now
Step by step now, but Rep now
I write flavor I was Wes Craven
People under my stairs like raven
Black with beaks wanna croak spoken to
Some nonsense beat, you gotta be jokin' too
The rhyme enforcer, courser
I you to respect with the force, well of course oh !
Don't me the lip
he thought that he could
I frown on bullshit my name was clint eastwood
You with fronts, stunts 'n poses
I you to my jungle
Like my name was guns 'n
I blast the sound, you the sound
You got to be down, you got to be down, like me, like Charlie
Saying good