Luyện nghe bài hát Good Grief

My style is triple, quadruple, for M.C.'s
I make 'em 'n puff like mufflers for Meineke
Human exhaust, you wanna lost ?
Rhymes plus Exxon ride brains like Alain
M.C. clowns, I towns
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 plus the flavor like Snapple
All you so-called heavy metal cattle
Some horses got force but I tame with saddle
Hunt a stunt like 'Red October', ain't over
Oops ! scud ? patriot makes pulver
The hits, fierce that it is
Check the in the crowd that 'hiss'
grief

Industry check to mac, and know me
I kick against control like wild pony
So like tony, attract like Coney Island
My style man, don't need no master,
Test a prankster gangster a Gat much faster
Get the band aid, kid crunch hard
I sport techniques confidential than Fort Knox
Sort of tool - Glock - automatic on the
Synthetic - plastic?- you ready with the casket
I throw a style, wants to test it
It's crazy mega fab, makes hottie cheer
I crush M.C. who oughta be chandelier
And the litter - on the quitter
The survival-rival gets
fitter
Worldwide you get like stinky cheese
More force than a intercourse
So M.C.'s !
Brothers - keep 'em all in a daze
With the wild funk
grief

One time for mind now, as I climb now
by step now, but Wagga Rep now
I write flavor I was Wes Craven
People under my steal like raven
Black beaks wanna croak when spoken to
Some shitty nonsense beat, you be jokin' too
The rhyme enforcer, courser
I you to respect with the force, well of course oh !
give me the lip
Like he thought that he
I frown on bullshit like my was clint eastwood
You come with fronts, stunts 'n
I you to my jungle
my name was guns 'n roses
I blast the sound, you the sound
You got to be down, you got to be down, like me, like Brown
Saying grief