Luyện nghe bài hát Good Grief

My is triple, quadruple, damage for M.C.'s
I make 'em huff 'n puff like mufflers for
Human exhaust, you wanna g-get ?
Rhymes plus Exxon brains like Alain Prost
M.C. clowns, I blaze
I dragwheel skulls, with speed 'n dust cloud
All you monkeys, donkeys, alternative
I'm strictly T-rex, 'n my rap crunch, see
The 'n babble, throw heavy scrabble
Sparkles plus the bubbles plus the like Snapple
All you rebels heavy metal cattle
Some horses got but I simply tame with saddle
Hunt a stunt like 'Red October', ain't over
Oops ! scud scrub ? makes pulver
The music hits, fierce it is
Check the in the crowd that 'hiss'
grief

Industry to mac, and wanna know me
I kick against control like wild pony
So like tony, attract like Coney Island
My style man, don't no master, flasher
Test a prankster gangster like a Gat faster
Get the band aid, kid crunch knock
I sport techniques confidential than Fort Knox
Sort of tool - - automatic on the static
Synthetic - you stay ready with the casket
I throw a style, wants to test it
It's crazy mega fab, makes your hottie
I crush M.C. jaws who be chandelier
And the litter - on the quitter
The survival-rival gets
Much
Worldwide you get served like cheese
force than a sexual intercourse
So M.C.'s !
Brothers - keep 'em all in a daze
With the wild funk
Good

One time for your mind now, as I now
by step now, but Wagga Rep now
I write like I was Wes Craven
under my stairs steal like raven
Black with beaks wanna when spoken to
shitty nonsense beat, you gotta be jokin' too
The enforcer, rhythm 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 my name was clint eastwood
You come with fronts, '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 Brown
good grief