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 Kweli in the house

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

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

Yo, I hit these Rmcees with the 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 more you can chew, create offense

Emcee species endangered dolphins
is spittin' nails into they own coffins
Hear come the Dundee moves rocket
Black Thought, quit playin' him and back 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 like 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 smacked
lack skills, like the black community lack unity
Still my heard like Ali De Phrase
Step off the to shouts of Kweli boomayyay

See these Emcees came to get down
Rearrange the rap game, 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 on some old Frank Sinatra
Chi Town, slash Philly
Check the blast Geneva, you can get slapped silly

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

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

Okay, my sound drenches, each of the five
And hold the value of electrified fences
truth 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 crib with a Grammy and a gat on the
Nan nigga competition, battle myself
And me and Kweli on a mission, Pharoahe for help

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

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

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

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

monsoon rap 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

We come through and all the shorties like, who
Got the crowd 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 about
C'mon, that's what I'm talkin' about, yeah, that's I'm talkin' about
C'mon, that's what I'm about, yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about
[Incomprehensible] West, Kweli
Black Thought, Pharoahe