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

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

We through and all the shorties like, who dat?
Got the whole like, how ya do dat?
Nigga you, get 'til ya blue black
And ya crew, give me dap like 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 swallow at times, so portions
Bitin' off more you can chew, create offense

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your style under developed there, if I care
What hardship you to see, but I can tell by your stare
Nigga you fugazi, sayin' ya crew
Like Miss 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 white trash in spittin' contests
With a vendetta that sent a betta letter bomb to

I'm pissed, cumulus clouds of
Words of the Thor, the rawness 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 whole crowd like, how ya do
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya 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, give me dap 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, what I'm talkin' about
[Incomprehensible] West, Kweli
Black Thought, Pharoahe