Luyện nghe bài hát Good Grief

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

Industry check to mac, and know me
I kick against control untamed like wild
So holy like tony, attract Coney Island
My style man, need no master, flasher
Test a prankster like a Gat much faster
Get the aid, kid crunch hard knock
I sport more techniques confidential than Fort
Sort of tool - - automatic on the static
Synthetic - plastic?- you stay 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 served like cheese
More force a sexual intercourse
So M.C.'s !
Brothers amaze - keep 'em all in a
With the wild blaze
Good

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