Luyện nghe bài hát Good Grief

My style is triple, quadruple, for M.C.'s
I make 'em huff 'n like mufflers for Meineke
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, heavy scrabble
Sparkles the bubbles plus the flavor like Snapple
All you so-called heavy metal cattle
Some horses got force but I tame with saddle
Hunt a stunt 'Red October', ain't crossin' over
! scud scrub ? patriot makes pulver
The music hits, fierce it is
Check the brothers in the crowd 'hiss'
grief

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

One time for your now, as I climb now
Step by step now, but Rep now
I write flavor like I was Wes
People under my stairs like raven
Black with beaks wanna croak when to
shitty nonsense beat, you gotta be jokin' too
The rhyme enforcer, courser
I 'spect you to with the force, well of course oh !
Don't me the lip
he thought that he could
I frown on bullshit like my name was clint
You come with fronts, stunts 'n
I you to my jungle
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
good grief