Luyện nghe bài hát Host Wit Da Most

Yo, it's the host wit da kid
from the East Coast
Yo, it's the host wit da kid
Comin' from the Coast

Yeah, the host wit da most kid
Comin' the East Coast
Word bond it's the host wit da kid
Yeah, from the East Coast

Well, I'm surprised your eyes because it's me G
I mention I the slang wit me and my man just like it's a Frisbee
Ya flimsy, my thinga-majig is the illest, I throw it like
Herman, when I'm rhymin' I'm makin' the pape's like

Says ta, my it ta master, I still be the best-a
I figgity fuck the flame but in the sun, now time for
So hi-ho, I'm Silver, I'm makin the pape's I kicks
The shit that'll you muck when I lose his fleas, lice and his ticks

For the chicks, I be on my good foot, you get that ass
So yibbida yabber yoozy, fuck floozy Suzy Chopstick
So boy, here boy, come get some, it's Krazy
I'm swingin' my Dukes of Hazard just like Bo, Luke,
I'm

Yo, the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the Coast
Yo, it's the wit da most kid
from the East Coast

Yeah, it's the wit da most kid
Comin' from the East
Word bond it's the host wit da kid
Yeah, from the East Coast

Aiyo, well here's the story, niggas is sleepin', nighty
almighty, I'm bringin' it live G, see I be
Flippin' and rippin' a tongue but some don't seems to digs me
So I switch, B, Billy Bigsby 'cos I'm the shit, G

Dixie, they dribblin' in Timberlands
I criminal mix styles, oh I flow like
man, the nigga is nice man so thinkin' I lost it
But I be icing wit the flakes 'til they frosted

So hip hip hooray, me while I do a
New way to a new jay, you say
"Holy Shamrocks, the man with no beef or ham hocks"
Oh yes-in, send the rest in, peace to pops

Yo, it's the host wit da kid
from the East Coast
Yo, it's the host wit da kid
from the East Coast

Yeah, the host wit da most kid
Comin' the East Coast
bond it's the host wit da most kid
Yeah, comin' from the East

Well um, knock knock, who's that? Guess what? My crew's
Rippin' the hip-hop, pit stop
Doin' the bitin', the shit I be writin', you're givin' me
They oughta be usin' my terms for and makin babies

Hey ladies, I know my A B's, I'm CD's
I heard you was eatin' your spinach boy, you better be eatin' your
Comprendo, so let your friends I'm losin' my noodle
'Cos it be time to doodle, I lose my scruples, ask my pupils

I'm the slippery slang slipper, quick to a QB
Shooby dooby dooby, I do new G
So you be Kool & The Gang and I my slang in
Hangin' loosely, oh yes G, niggas be wantin' to me

Yo, the host wit da most kid
Comin' the East Coast
Yo, the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the Coast

Yeah, it's the wit da most kid
Comin' from the East
Word bond the host wit da most kid
Yeah, comin' from the Coast

Hear ye, ye, don't look any further G, see he here is
Still mic shit, still Dead Serious
Hello there, I didn't go nowhere, up with the static G?
I be damagin' niggas' fronts like them creases in your

For though, jumpin' jalopy's, I'm rougher than hockey
I drop these bumpy 'cos my is knock-kneed
So me and my-a, I'm flayer than the sweeper
Jeepers, keep ya jump, jump into it Aretha

I boogie bang bang the thang like a style slant
Niggas be tryin' to hang but they G
Will against, I'm elegant with the skill again
It mean a thang if I ain't got my Philly, kid

Yo, it's the host wit da kid
from the East Coast
Yo, it's the host wit da kid
from the East Coast

Yeah, the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the Coast
Word it's the host wit da most kid
Yeah, comin' the East Coast

Yo, the host wit da most kid
Comin' the East Coast
Yo, it's the wit da most kid
Comin' from the East

Yeah, it's the host wit da kid
Comin' the East Coast
Word bond the host wit da most kid
Yeah, comin' from the Coast