Luyện nghe bài hát Guess Who

[Verse 1:
All the fellas go ape shit, when I the boiling heat
Plus I put it down for the ladies like a seat
I destroy the beat, the one E created
Then we do a five and get inebriated

Big Wax and DFD, my name abbreviated
These are rated R bars, all of y'alls are PG
Elevated high like someone sprinkled us pixie dust
us at a college town, sipping on a dixie cup

Sick as and unpredictable is how my vocal flow is
Inspired by crazy trains of thought, I got
I know you that I flow the coldest
When me and DFD team we steamroll opponents

The soul of Otis and the of John Lennon
Just a couple playboys with a flock of blonde
The South Korean Dean, the Cuban Dean Martin
Any human being starting shit is soon to be a

This ain't Batman and
It ain't Dolce and
This ain't Biden and
You should go and ask your momma for a
who
This Sherlock and Watson
OJ and Cochran
Malone and John
Holla if you got a with it too
who

[Verse 2:
My verses all proper
Turn the hipster rapper to a Wal-Mart
You ain't fresh, you're from
And the of quitting rapping is one that you need to contemplate

We the place and leave the ceiling collapsing
Any party that we throw you know it's finna be
All you rappers styles and identity jacking
There's like ten of mes and ten of Waxes

I leave enemies trapped in states of fear and self-loathing
Feeling so they could probably fit in elf clothing
As for me, I'm a man
That'll rock it til the like the Titanic band

Wearing bright hammer pants you couldn't touch this kind of
We're the of mother fuckers throwing punches at your function
Chewing up these rappers like some mint gum
Spending hundreds at a strip club government funds

[Verse 3:
whack mother fuckers I just don't associate
I ain't mad at 'em I just they don't procreate
They gets no love, hate
Then a kobe steak, they get slowly ate

Check the trophy case, you can tell we lose
Our videos get box office numbers, you get several
Ebenezer Scrooge money, up the revenue
All we got is headbangers, them heavy metal dudes

You need to tell whoever's revving you up need to pump the brakes
You couldn't spit my ad libs in five hundred
Don't beat yourself up, we all make dumb
You just more than anybody else fucking makes

The guys you love to hate, puffing dank, purple drink
Type to party the night before another working day
The duo, better act like you know
Two mother fuckers numero uno