Luyện nghe bài hát Guess Who

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

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

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

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

This ain't and Robin
It ain't and Gabanna
This Biden and Obama
You should go and ask your for a clue
who
This ain't and Watson
OJ and Cochran
Malone and Stockton
Holla if you got a problem it too
who

[Verse 2:
My all start proper
Turn the rapper to a Wal-Mart shopper
You ain't fresh, you're concentrate
And the thought of quitting rapping is one that you need to

We rock the place and the ceiling collapsing
Any party we throw you know it's finna be cracking
All you rappers biting styles and jacking
There's like ten of mes and ten of these

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

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

[Verse 3:
whack mother fuckers I just don't associate
I ain't mad at 'em I just hope don't procreate
gets no love, only 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 views
Ebenezer money, racking up the revenue
All we got is headbangers, them heavy metal dudes

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

The guys that you love to hate, puffing dank, purple
Type to party hard the night another working day
The dynamic duo, better act like you
Two fuckers ranked numero uno