Luyện nghe bài hát Guerilla Monsoon Rap

Yeah, what I'm talkin' about
do it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

See these four came to get down
Rearrange the rap game, ya whole sound
Nigga you , gotta, the plot ta
and groovin' and always improvin' alot ta

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

monsoon rap 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 dat

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

Okay, my sound drenches, each of the five
And hold the shock value of fences
truth or consequences, ride 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 with a Grammy and a gat on the shelf
Nan nigga competition, gotta battle
And me and Kweli on a mission, gettin' Pharoahe for

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

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

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

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

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

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