Luyện nghe bài hát Guerilla Monsoon Rap

Yeah, what I'm talkin' about
do it

Kanye West, c'mon me up
And Thought, c'mon turn me up
And Monch, c'mon turn me up
And Talib Kweli in the house

Guerrilla monsoon rap all the like, who dat?
Got the crowd like, how ya do dat?
you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew, give me dap like dat

We through and all the shorties like, who dat?
Got the whole like, how ya do dat?
Nigga you, get 'til ya blue black
And ya crew, me dap like true dat

Yo, I hit these Rmcees with the grip of death like I was a
Ain't a lot of ifs and ands, it's straight talkin'
It's to swallow at times, so take portions
off more than you can chew, create offense

Emcee species endangered like
is spittin' nails into they own coffins
Hear come the Dundee moves launchin'
Black Thought, playin' him close and back up off him

Kweli, to the tree, Bruce to the Lee
The real Emcee, that favorite rapper used to be
One by one I 'em out like Schoolly D, my rhymes is eulogy
A could move a tree, before ya think ya movin' me

A black and blue emcees, actin' new to me, get smacked
That lack skills, like the black lack unity
my rhymes heard like Ali De Phrase
Step off the to shouts of Kweli boomayyay

See four Emcees came to get down
Rearrange the rap game, change ya sound
you , gotta, understand the plot ta
Movin' and groovin' and always improvin' ta

I'll outfox the, average Porsche ya Boxster
the bank on some old Frank Sinatra
Slash Chi Town, Philly
Check the blast Geneva, you can get slapped silly

Guerrilla rap all the shorties like, who dat?
Got the whole like, how ya do dat?
Nigga you, get smacked ya blue black
And ya crew, give me dap true dat

We come and all the shorties like, who dat?
Got the whole like, how ya do dat?
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya black
And ya crew, give me dap like dat

Okay, my sound drenches, of the five senses
And hold the shock value of electrified
It's truth or consequences, ride wit us or us
Is you a dedicated soldier, or you a princess,

I'm in it to win it and not for the
Got a crib with a Grammy and a gat on the
Nan nigga competition, battle myself
And me and Kweli on a mission, gettin' for help

From natives walkin' in trailor to players sippin' Belvedere
We always comin' well prepared, and all my smellin' fear
Plus, even my niggaz from the say you hella scared
or consequences, and all senses be well aware

Your style under developed there, hell if I
What hardship you claim to see, but I can tell by stare
Nigga you fugazi, sayin' ya blazin'
Like sayin' Miss is a true Jamaican, we makin'

Guerrilla monsoon rap, smell the fumes, get in wit it
I attack your city, y'all gon' think Dr. Doom did it
Spit it like white trash in seed contests
With a vendetta that sent a betta letter to Congress

I'm pissed, cumulus clouds of
Words of the Thor, the rawness restore ya calmness
Unless, you be leg and armless
That's parapaleg' for who believe in bomb threats

monsoon rap all the shorties like, who dat?
Got the whole crowd like, how ya do
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue
And ya crew, me dap like true dat

We come and all the shorties like, who dat?
Got the crowd like, how ya do dat?
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue
And ya crew, give me dap like true dat,

what I'm talkin' about, that's what I'm talkin' about
C'mon, what I'm talkin' about, yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about
C'mon, what I'm talkin' about, yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about
Kanye West, Kweli
Black Thought, Monch