Luyện nghe bài hát Holy Schnikes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(you better get a shovel RIGHT NOW)

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

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

i quietly paid my dues while my peers on booze
i had to choose between that and sippin on dews
so i took that green stuff and i 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 to fly higher and defy the liars,

i dont need a record or my face on cable
to enable my position at the head of the
the steed's out of the stable, and im to stay
until your hair turns and your straight turns gay

give me a beat, a seat, feel the heat and tap your feet
i farm in the and the mic is my wheat
give me a pen and a and ill cook up a treat
you cannot defeat skewered, the new elite

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

it or love it the undergrounds on top
cuz mainstream seems to flip-flop between and hip-hop
will it ever well it doesnt matter, im here
and for opponent MCs, believe the end is