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, c'mon me up
And Talib in the house with

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

Yo, I hit these Rmcees with the grip of death like I was a
a lot of ifs and ands, it's just straight talkin'
It's hard to swallow at times, so portions
Bitin' off more than you can chew, create

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

Kweli, to the tree, Bruce to the Lee
The real Emcee, that 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 blue emcees, actin' new to me, get 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 Emcees came to get
Rearrange the rap game, change ya whole
you , gotta, understand the plot ta
Movin' and groovin' and always improvin' ta

I'll outfox the, average Porsche ya talk
Break the bank on some old Frank
Chi Town, slash 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 ya blue black
And ya crew, me dap like true dat

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

Okay, my sound drenches, of the five senses
And hold the shock of electrified fences
It's truth or consequences, 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 Grammy and a gat on the
Nan nigga competition, battle myself
And me and Kweli on a mission, gettin' Pharoahe for

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

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

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

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

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, give me dap true dat

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

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