Luyện nghe bài hát He Comes

A few short words, and whaddya
Oh, whaddya He comes

Down, like water, fresh out the clown
Drown you terrible weather
Nobody does it than I, so approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is hard, but still hardly rhymin'

To all, and shine, give God the glory
I already give a percent of mine to and Cory
And still got bills and to pay
So excuse me Lord, we'll settle up towards the end of my

My ways of control is to swallow
Known to lead, but some would see me follow behind
Sorry to disappoint, but dis mine
Display your but say no

More or blind you like spit did to Remo
To the dirt and the clip and lost Kano
My mens problems like Timbs
See it all in they face, ask Mase, he got to win

Scores to settle, crews to
You right in to see him do it with a smile
It's Long Isle y'all, longevity my celebrity status
From AM to PM, you see him on y'all

I was told to step righteous, so when done
will say I stepped right
And whether religion, or stopped by the cop
his flash in my face, I'm bound to see the light

A few words, and whaddya know?
Oh, whaddya He comes

Aiyyo, I'm up these walls, here's my back stiff straight up
Dazzle and razzlin' broads I'm little Juan Magic
handle mics, they don't drop
Top drama every time these don't drop

Pop spots lint on your shirt, the net worth
To shoot the homey in many courts of ball
couldn't do it, so we bring all six
I circumcise the track, you just a

and hooded
Skin repeated like Stutterin'
I like yesterday, it don't stop
George of poor life pop, put to Scarlet
In a she believes, much better than your lies

She say she lookin' in my eyes, bullshit
Same she done ran to duck, crammin' to fuck
I put the pudding on her Bill Cosby
I tried to speak my piece in court but Mills paused me

Bifocusedly die hopeless
Yo cry your poker face, you oughta try it one
When God is an non pos', you to download
like slaves on trial, we want free

Man cock aim ready, it's you MC
So you rappers bust bee-bee guns, graffiti
Through my veins since cable the wired remote
Woodgrainin' like you his float

C'mon, Toney and De La Soul
We was rhymin the frozen street since 8 years old
Take us back to eighty-eight, you couldn't catch our
A group of kids so original, you

C'mon, Pretty Toney and De La
We was through the frozen street since 8 years old
Take us to eighty-eight, you couldn't catch our flow
A group of so original

'Tana with big hammers for bad manners who got 'em
We kiss cannons for Scrangelous crew, and his whack
Bitin' is pah, pay that tax
And don't you look at us funny, boy, we'll bring rap back

And that'll you like Superman, chased by a group of men
With dyna-mics, hip-hop'll do you in
For you Loo Goo Kim, or Moo Loo Inn
Hula hoop all bitches crew full with brand new

Cutmaster kill 'em, make sure we cut
Buck in broad day and tuck caskets
Next to Uday and Qusay, how can the group the PA
And lay whooptay, whooptay?

Use the ruse, sport and snatch a dude's toupee
tunin' into T-La Rock'n AJ
Ghostface is freshed squeezed like a glass of OJ
you can go cruising' in my OJ

A few short words, and know?
Oh, whaddya know? He