Luyện nghe bài hát Head Rush (More Base)

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

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

We boat guard the road, trucks on the turnpike
Smoke by the load, just to see what it like
design, intellectual rhyme
Official stripe, movin' on a line
With thugs trapped, scholars they the books back
The piece, turn us off, the moment they look back
The castling position, made by a wind calm
Knights lose from the pressure, we bring on
And fire all these shots in the rhymes with mad
Kept the cramp game, and he on bad squares
The king's the kick, the the snare
The are minor pieces that move in a pair
Quick to through, an un-parallel opponent
I do it on the regular, at any given
Check the venue, those to the saga continue
Before you check the credits, the is all in you
It's real... it's real... real... it's real...