Luyện nghe bài hát Guerilla Monsoon Rap

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

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

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

We come through and 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Okay, my sound drenches, each of the five
And hold the shock value of electrified
It's or consequences, ride wit us or against us
Is you a soldier, or you a princess, dog?

I'm in it to win it and not for the
Got a with a Grammy and a gat on the shelf
Nan competition, gotta battle myself
And me and Kweli on a mission, gettin' Pharoahe for

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

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

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

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

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

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