Luyện nghe bài hát Holy Schnikes

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

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

some fools like to 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 great
ill give you the bait, you just better it before its too late

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 seven

man, dont talk about how a veteran in this game
damn right im a rook, but im lyrically insane
all i need is your name, ill put it to shame,
and take you and 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 rapped to extract the fact that your flow is

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

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

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

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

(you better get a shovel RIGHT NOW)

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

yo, when you fools skipped class i got an
see, now you work a gas station and im to rock the nation
i rise to the occasion, and each 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 took green stuff and i chugged ten of em
and at a party i was sicker than ninety percent of em

i dont aspire to retire millions of buyers,
its already been established my flow is on fire
lets go rap battle on a wire
i continue to fly higher 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
your hair turns gray and your straight turns gay

give me a beat, take a seat, the heat and tap your feet
i in the underground and the mic is my wheat
give me a pen and a sheet and ill up a treat
you cannot skewered, the game's new elite

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

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