Luyện nghe bài hát Head Rush (More Base)

[Intro:
Yo... before the and the creeks..
an old Pete Rock classic, nigga, yo

Before the and the creeks, before you can stand
Before your hands and your feet, a band or a beat
We stand on the street, with our hands on our heat
grams, twelve feet away, balled up in a sheet
Of Reynold's wrap, one smack, leave's dentals back
Your voice get like the voice in the instrumental track
Slick from the lip lisp, son, sip the
My unfolds, with the soul of The Whispers
On the block, we rock like The Pistols
Up in the crib, my wiz a Harvey's Bristol
Natural flavor, yours be
I blow holes in skin, like big nose snotty tissue
They go berserk, when the dollar bill is on
The thrill is gone... upgrade to the
That's birth of billion, eight hundred milli-on
not official until I smack the W, silly on
From the valleys of Ohio, to the sounds of
hit, like the whirlwind kick of Ryu
Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, still like the jigsaw
You renig', you get jinxed, pa, Rock exclusive..

We guard the road, like trucks on the turnpike
Smoke by the load, to see what it burns like
Architectural design, rhyme
Official stripe, movin' on a diagonal
With trapped, scholars they want the books back
The piece, they turn us off, the they look back
The castling position, made by a wind calm
Knights lose armor from the pressure, we on
And all these shots in the rhymes with mad flames
Kept the cramp game, and he on bad squares
The king's the kick, the queen's the
The are minor pieces that move in a pair
Quick to break through, an opponent
I do it on the regular, at any given
Check the venue, to make the saga continue
you check the credits, the swords is all in you
It's real... it's real... it's real... real...