Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Drunkies

Whats yo name? yo name?
My name is, Ol Dirty and Ima Alkaholik
Yeah, me too

Youre now rockin' with tha liks so reachin' for the ozone
I see some girls I but yall look different with your clothes on
Whats up though, Tash came to steal it like the
While Im leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my in French

But its all olde English that Im from beneath
Try to bite my style on wax and watch these crack your teeth
'Cause I make words connect like West side when I glide
My lyrical hand glider, nobodys tighter

Than a rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya
So I know the words sound familiar
(Tash will ya)
I filter out the every time I speak
I to hit the peak to make my mind go
(Beep)

Im def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my
Tryin' to scrape me for the style that slam than Kobe Bryant
Be quiet, is likwidation from the west
ya boozy show, I got my own special guest

Yo, yo, breaker, breaker one nine
I bust this bitch in the behind the silver shine
'Cause she she was fine
She winked at me, I thought it was

This nigga poutin', this hoe was
I had the in me, took my time
Let a nigga ro Tate turn on the
Put in the diamond needle, pull it to ego

What, you the in the chair on my ground
The Tyson of sound, its twenty to a round
nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit
My ear cant it

Stop drinkin' all that water
Lets it to the land
So I can up your sheeit
Mr. Tim Man

Niggaz be creepin' up my
When I start to come down on fuckin' asses
Try to chip shit on up, get these
Motherfucker

The ro pimped the flow a hoe
So I rap on the mack rap hone
My hittin' hard enough to crack a bone
I divide MCs like math
you in half and drink a genuine draft

I stop him, then I out with all wampum
hes layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him
I feels its all skills
The outcomes like Tyson Holy field

lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners
My is wild, like gs or the pistol's
No need to ask, I put you on a ski mask
We can fight the power like this was P.E.

I bomb squads like hank
Peace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the
I more Brewster's than punky
Its the further of the hip hop drunkies

You bitches are
Put it in ya like my hoe
Or in your butt hole, ear
ever the fuck it goes

You are hoes
Put it in ya like my hoe
Or in your hole, ear hole
Where ever the fuck it

Yeah, yo, yo, yo
No to any architect
Who tried to perfect, oh the heck
Im a MC director, rhyme
Rated top ten, Brooklyn sector

Its the pack town B-Boy Im rappin'
Whats happenin', so dope got the clappin'
Im smackin', on chicken, what you kickin'
You trickin', while Im vickin' hoes you your dick in

Step outta place, Tash smack your taste out your face
theres nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space
'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic
So you when you hear the
(Make room, boom, boom)

Hey, sugar plum, how can you
That the pitch of the volume, doesnt no tune
Im not your everyday, regular rap star
One on one at your rap
Beware of the hard way, the hard way
At you

So aiyyo, my name is
And my style is so they call it ya, yo
I dont rap fast, I love grass
Nuttin' nice on the mic, me a mean ass

Da-Llama, bring ha, ha, ha
Extra extra the Da-Llama
Verse a better one, then a versa
God acre, murdered
known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel

Youre just to survive streets
True beaters, minerals and survive lyrics
Like the without the attic, but not the only Asiatic
True God but my dick is my rob
Hoe dont kick mumbo jumbo

See this the type of niggaz dont try at home
I come up the spot like Micheal Jordans cologne
With the mega drunken, style to keep the pumpin'
Niggaz lookin' at me like, Tash is up to

(Get and I stumbled)
But I didnt come to trip, I to bring it to ya humble
Tumble all your and all your plans
Ol in the house and thats my motherfuckin' man

Its the Likwid crew comin' through Ol Dirty from the Wu
Passin' your party, out with Allt he brew
So yall new, niggaz think you wanna do?
Its the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty the Wu
your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew
So what yall new, niggaz think you do?