Luyện nghe bài hát Guerilla Monsoon Rap

Yeah, that's what I'm talkin'
do it

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

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

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

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

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

A black and emcees, actin' new to me, get smacked stupidly
That lack skills, like the black community lack
Still my heard like Ali De Phrase
Step off the stage to shouts of Kweli

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

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

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

We come through and all the 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 dat

Okay, my drenches, each of the five senses
And hold the shock of electrified fences
It's truth or consequences, ride wit us or us
Is you a soldier, or you a princess, dog?

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, gotta battle
And me and on a mission, gettin' Pharoahe for help

From natives walkin' in trailor tears to sippin' Belvedere
We always comin' well prepared, and all my dogs' smellin'
Plus, even my from the Bede say you hella scared
Truth or consequences, and all senses be well

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

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

I'm pissed, clouds of ominous
of the Thor, the rawness that'll restore ya calmness
Unless, you wanna be leg and
That's parapaleg' for those who believe in threats

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

We come 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, give me dap like true dat,

That's I'm talkin' about, that's what I'm talkin' about
C'mon, that's 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