Luyện nghe bài hát Guerilla Monsoon Rap

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

Kanye West, turn me up
And Black Thought, turn me up
And Pharoahe Monch, turn me up
And Kweli in the house with

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

We through and all the shorties like, who dat?
Got the whole like, how ya do dat?
you, get smacked '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 like dolphins
Rappers is spittin' into they own coffins
Hear come the moves rocket launchin'
Thought, quit playin' him close and back up off him

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

A black and blue emcees, actin' new to me, get smacked
That lack skills, the black 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, slash
the blast from Geneva, you can get slapped silly

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

Okay, my sound drenches, each of the senses
And hold the shock value of fences
truth or consequences, ride wit us or against us
Is you a soldier, or you a princess, dog?

I'm in it to win it and not for the
Got a with a Grammy and a gat on the shelf
Nan competition, gotta battle myself
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 there, hell if I care
What hardship you claim to see, but I can tell by your
Nigga you fugazi, ya crew blazin'
Like sayin' Cleo 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 spittin'
With a vendetta that a betta letter bomb to Congress

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

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

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

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