Luyện nghe bài hát Here Comes Kane, Scoob & Scrap

Surprise, guess on the rise?
And competition, I'm takin', and 'em down to size
I operate around the clock city bus
Never take five 'cause yo you rest, you rust

Be advised, that I heat for beef
I'm knockin' brothers out the box, and knockin' out
years young and I got the knack
(You got it!)
To and scoop girls like a set of jacks

Ruff rhymes that rag any rap
Built by the best to bust swerves like a sharp
Fifty percent on wax, no of fact
Every nine out of ten rap acts produce a wack

as nice, but smooth as silk
Somebody writin' for Scrap, is like givin' a cow
I release to make it hard for the to cease
'Cause I'm the type to noise, I don't make peace

Here's a new jack, ready to
And bring the hype type of rhyme for the crowd to sing
say there's a party but it looks like a job to Scrap
I catch with a nickel-plated rough rap

Me and [unverified], we run through the city
The gritty, always together like titties
By any chance I do get burnt
You better believe that I'm comin' back, like a tax return

comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap
Here we go y'all, we go y'all
Here we go y'all, we go y'all
Here we go y'all, here we go
comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap
we go

Move over to the side, let a slim brother it
It's that Scoob Lover kid, so pull up a and check it
When I get like Heathcliff, or Dennis the Menace
It's like to a fat man, finished

I your head like a apple
(A apple)
And pour the blood in a jar, tell your that it's Snapple
And wait around my way for your crew, next
'Cause I be lookin' out my window a nine like Malcolm X

no comp, they all got stomped so
Dream on, dream away, well
And play like Shante and Have a Day
I drop rhymes go boom
(Boom)

And I can get funky like a high school locker
Don't even think that I'm country country
is hittin' harder than a heavy heavy sledgehammer

I rock songs to make your dance
My rhymes are more than a girl in biker pants
I'm never backed up, I once had a fronter
Boy I get more than a roadrunner

I sweat the girls when it comes to a phone call
I got sewn up tighter than a football
So to my loo or get stomped by my crew
Brooklyn's in the house and ain't a thing new

Here Kane, Scoob, Scrap
Here we go y'all, we go y'all
we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here we go y'all, we go y'all
Here comes Kane, Scoob,
we go

Here comes the Prince of Darkness ready to spark
And the people just who is the hardest
and rugged, kind of similar to a nugget
But yet and still, I manage to keep the groove,

Rebel for wreck rappers I dissect them
anything I say on the mic will affect them
(How?)
So bad, they gotta run for
So take flight like they work for Delta

They know I ain't it, styles with no crab in it
Fakin' and flakin' it child, you're sadly
'Cause who's a rapper here Kane rip on the mic
And start flowin', yo yo yo, you goin'?

That's how they from me, the B, the I-G
Damn man, you my pedigree, huh
The gangsta, murdera, to ya
For endure to injure him or her

The breaker the money-maker never a faker
My lyrics are built like
So all my competition gets
You to put your weak rhymes on steroid

For you to ever to press up on the man
to rip a show and flow, that competition can't go
Because I do all, it's for you to fall
I move all rappers my name was U-Haul

Here Kane, Scoob, Scrap
Here we go y'all, we go y'all
Here we go y'all, here we go
Here we go y'all, we go y'all
comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap
And Cee

Well it's the
me on, and ah
Scoob
me on, and ah
Scrap
me on, and ah
Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap Scrap

it's the Kane
me on, and ah
Scoob
me on, and ah
Scrap
me on, and ah
Here comes Kane, Scoob, and Mister Cee