Luyện nghe bài hát Guerilla Monsoon Rap

Yeah, what I'm talkin' about
do it

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

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

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

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

Emcee endangered like dolphins
Rappers is spittin' into they own coffins
Hear come the Dundee rocket launchin'
Thought, quit playin' him close 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 D, my rhymes is eulogy
A flea could move a tree, ya think ya movin' me

A black and blue emcees, actin' new to me, get smacked
lack skills, like the black 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
the bank on some old Frank Sinatra
Slash Chi Town, Philly
Check the blast from Geneva, you can get silly

Guerrilla rap all the shorties 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 come through and 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

Okay, my sound drenches, of the five senses
And the shock 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 battle
And me and Kweli on a mission, gettin' for help

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

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

Guerrilla rap, smell the fumes, get in tune wit it
When I attack city, y'all 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, 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 bomb

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 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 like true dat,

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