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 Monch, c'mon turn me up
And Talib Kweli in the house

monsoon rap all the shorties 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

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

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

Emcee species endangered dolphins
Rappers is spittin' into they own coffins
Hear come the Dundee moves launchin'
Black Thought, quit playin' him 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 could move a tree, before ya think ya movin' me

A black and blue emcees, new to me, get smacked stupidly
lack 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 came to get down
Rearrange the rap game, change ya sound
Nigga you , gotta, the plot ta
Movin' and groovin' and always alot ta

outfox the, average Porsche ya Boxster talk
Break the bank on some old Frank
Chi Town, slash Philly
Check the blast from Geneva, you can get slapped

Guerrilla rap all the shorties like, who dat?
Got the crowd like, how ya do dat?
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 smacked ya blue black
And ya crew, give me dap true dat

Okay, my drenches, each of the five senses
And hold the value of electrified fences
It's 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 with a and a gat on the shelf
Nan nigga competition, battle myself
And me and Kweli on a mission, gettin' Pharoahe for

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

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

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

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

Guerrilla rap all the shorties like, who dat?
Got the whole like, how ya do dat?
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 smacked 'til ya blue
And ya crew, me dap like true dat, nigga

That's what I'm talkin' about, that's what I'm talkin'
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, what I'm talkin' about
[Incomprehensible] West, Kweli
Black Thought, Pharoahe