Luyện nghe bài hát Guerilla Monsoon Rap

Yeah, what I'm talkin' about
do it

Kanye West, c'mon me up
And Black Thought, c'mon me up
And Monch, c'mon 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 ya blue black
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 'til ya blue black
And ya crew, give me dap true dat

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

Emcee species endangered like
Rappers is spittin' nails into they own
Hear come the moves rocket launchin'
Black Thought, quit 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 like Schoolly D, my rhymes is
A flea could move a tree, before ya ya movin' me

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

See these four Emcees came to get
the rap game, change ya whole sound
Nigga you , gotta, the plot ta
Movin' and groovin' and always alot ta

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

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, 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 'til ya blue black
And ya crew, give me dap true dat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

what I'm talkin' about, that's what I'm talkin' about
C'mon, that's what I'm talkin' about, yeah, that's what I'm about
C'mon, that's what I'm talkin' about, yeah, that's I'm talkin' about
[Incomprehensible] Kanye West,
Black Thought, Pharoahe