Luyện nghe bài hát Good Grief

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

Industry check to mac, and wanna me
I kick against control untamed like 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 techniques than Fort Knox
Sort of tool - Glock - on the static
Synthetic - plastic?- you stay with the casket
I throw a style, freak to test it
It's crazy fab, makes your hottie cheer
I M.C. jaws who oughta be chandelier
And drop the - on the quitter
The survival-rival stronger
Much
you get served like stinky cheese
More force than a intercourse
So M.C.'s !
Brothers amaze - keep 'em all in a
the wild funk blaze
Good

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