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 g-get ?
Rhymes Exxon ride brains like Alain Prost
M.C. clowns, I towns
I dragwheel skulls, leave speed 'n dust cloud
All you monkeys, donkeys, junkies
I'm T-rex, 'n my rap just crunch, see
The jive 'n babble, throw heavy
Sparkles plus the bubbles plus the flavor Snapple
All you so-called rebels metal cattle
Some horses got force but I simply tame with
Hunt a stunt like 'Red October', ain't crossin'
Oops ! scud scrub ? makes pulver
The music hits, that it is
Check the brothers in the crowd that
grief

Industry check to mac, and wanna me
I kick against control untamed like wild
So holy like tony, attract like Coney
My man, don't need no master, flasher
a prankster gangster like a Gat much faster
Get the band aid, kid hard knock
I sport techniques confidential than Fort Knox
Sort of tool - Glock - on the static
Synthetic - plastic?- you stay ready with the
I a style, freak wants to test it
It's crazy mega fab, makes your hottie
I crush M.C. jaws who oughta be
And drop the litter - on the
The survival-rival stronger
fitter
Worldwide you get served like cheese
More force a sexual intercourse
So M.C.'s !
Brothers - keep 'em all in a daze
the wild funk blaze
Good

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