Luyện nghe bài hát Guerilla Monsoon Rap

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

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

Guerrilla rap all the shorties 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 through and all the like, who dat?
Got the whole crowd like, how ya do
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 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 spittin' nails into own coffins
Hear the Dundee moves rocket launchin'
Thought, quit playin' him close and back up off him

Kweli, to the tree, Bruce 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 flea could a tree, before ya think ya movin' me

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

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

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

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 through and 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

Okay, my sound drenches, of the five senses
And hold the value of electrified 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 crib a Grammy and a gat on the shelf
Nan nigga competition, gotta battle
And me and on a mission, gettin' Pharoahe for help

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

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

monsoon 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 spittin' contests
With a vendetta sent a betta letter bomb to Congress

I'm pissed, cumulus of ominous
of the Thor, the rawness that'll restore 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?
Nigga you, get '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?
you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew, give me dap like dat, nigga

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