Luyện nghe bài hát Guerilla Monsoon Rap

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

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

monsoon 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, me dap like true dat

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

Yo, I hit these with the grip of death like I was a Vulcan
a lot of ifs and ands, it's just straight talkin'
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 into they own
Hear the Dundee moves rocket launchin'
Black Thought, playin' him close and back up off him

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

A black and blue emcees, actin' new to me, get smacked
That lack skills, like the black community unity
my rhymes heard like Ali De Phrase
Step off the stage to 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 improvin' ta

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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