Luyện nghe bài hát Holy Schnikes

i throw down with precision and statistical division
its my to kill the emissions let off by your egotistical visions
what found is the sound of the Puget Sound underground
give me three rounds, ill pound you and your crew into the ground

what you call "hot shit" ill turn goo goo
youll be lookin for glue to fix you and your foo
need caribou lou to get my ass cuckoo
just inspiration to give your crew a boo-boo

some fools to spit about their babes, their dates
but all i need is my mates, single is one of my
i wont sit and wait, ill sedate my fate and turn it into
ill give you the bait, you better take it before its too late

i support wangster prevention, those fakes to detention
dont even mention the haters, im on a different
its my intention to be wrenchin the attention you to me
to the top, king of the seven seas

man, dont talk how your a veteran in this game
damn right im a rook, but im also insane
all i is your name, then ill put it to shame,
and you and your weak crew out of the frame

game. you it or you lack it, its a fact
and to be you just got verbally sack-tapped
and capped, and verbally overlapped
i to extract the fact that your flow is whacked

i come from the nest of the best, the north of the west
if i get stressed or messed by pests who test
i will not rest, the industry throws in bunches
but ill take it as fruit punch and drink it up my lunches

you may have hunches that this a criminal
but your damn wron, i like to keep my profile
if your gonna put that spotlight on me
then do it on the and not on the streets

i adapt to the environment, so while some retirement
ill keep doin what i do to reach the new requirements
help yourself, put that record on the shelf
all talk about is wealth, i like to roll with a little more stealth in my step

but yep yep if you wanna step i aint to rep my city
cuz to my city yours is itty-bitty and your roots are kinda shitty
first came diddy, then came fitty, then came the boy whose pretty witty
i dont the rappers that ignore the nitty-gritty
your like a hopeless kitty faced against my committee

(you better get a shovel ready NOW)

to pick up the when i squeeze your brain
and my lyrics run you over a steamrolling train
i spit acid rain, its bound to get in veins and burn holes in your whitey-tidey hanes

yo, when you skipped class i got an education
see, now you work a gas and im primed to rock the nation
i rise to the occasion, and with new creation arises yet more elation
and to the equation

i quietly paid my while my peers sipped on booze
i had to choose between that and on mountain dews
so i that green stuff and i chugged ten of em
and at a drunk party i was sicker ninety percent of em

i dont aspire to with millions of buyers,
its already been established that my flow is on
lets go rap battle on a telephone
i will continue to fly and defy the liars,

i dont need a record label or my on cable
to enable my position at the of the table
the out of the stable, and im here to stay
until your turns gray and your straight turns gay

give me a beat, take a seat, feel the and tap your feet
i farm in the and the mic is my wheat
give me a pen and a sheet and ill up a treat
you defeat skewered, the game's new elite

i bet it scares you when i triple-dog you to bear your teeth
and you get buried beneath a sheet of disbelief and
cuz on the stage im a theif, i dont what heppens, it gets hectic
my opponents feel the pressure, the ones turn dyslexic

hate it or it the undergrounds on top
cuz mainstream seems to flip-flop between bullshit and
will it ever stop? well it doesnt matter, im
and for opponent MCs, believe the end is