Luyện nghe bài hát Good Grief

My style is triple, quadruple, for M.C.'s
I make 'em huff 'n puff like mufflers for
Human exhaust, you g-get lost ?
Rhymes plus Exxon brains like Alain Prost
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, throw heavy
plus the bubbles plus the flavor like Snapple
All you so-called rebels heavy cattle
Some horses got but I simply tame with saddle
Hunt a like 'Red October', ain't crossin' over
Oops ! scud scrub ? patriot pulver
The music hits, that it is
Check the brothers in the that 'hiss'
grief

Industry to mac, and wanna know me
I kick against control like wild pony
So holy like tony, attract Coney Island
My style man, don't no master, flasher
Test a prankster gangster like a Gat much
Get the aid, kid crunch hard knock
I sport more techniques confidential than 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 fab, makes your hottie cheer
I crush M.C. who oughta be chandelier
And drop the - on the quitter
The survival-rival stronger
fitter
Worldwide you get served like stinky
More force than a sexual
So M.C.'s !
Brothers amaze - 'em all in a daze
With the funk blaze
grief

One time for mind now, as I climb now
by step now, but Wagga Rep now
I write like I was Wes Craven
People my stairs steal like raven
Black with beaks wanna croak when to
Some shitty beat, you gotta be jokin' too
The enforcer, rhythm courser
I you to respect with the force, well of course oh !
Don't me the lip
he thought that he could
I on bullshit like my name was clint eastwood
You with fronts, stunts 'n poses
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 good