Luyện nghe bài hát Holy Schnikes

i throw down with mystical precision and statistical
its my mission to 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 crew crew into the ground

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

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

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

man, talk about how your a veteran in this game
damn right im a rook, but im lyrically insane
all i need is 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 exact you got verbally sack-tapped
and verbally capped, and verbally
i rapped to extract the fact that your is whacked

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

you may have hunches that rappers a criminal
but your damn wron, i like to keep my minimal
if your really gonna put that 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 that record back on the
all they about is wealth, i like to roll with a little more stealth in my step

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

(you better get a ready RIGHT NOW)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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