Luyện nghe bài hát How's That?

Funked out, word is bond, word is
you ayah ha
In the mother, in the motherfuckin'
a dick in your mouth
Word is bond, word is

I freak a technique way back like Just-Ice
And don't think twice I'm nice
I come from the Mothership, to man
With a blunt in my hand, a mic in the other

Goddamn, I slam, I jam this
Sure nuff, my rap is Cold Crush
And plus, I tears the off the mothersucker
My brother, fly shit that makes Stevie

Hey, who can it be now out
It's the E live in 3-D Keith and R-E-D
I gets down for my
And I ah, get-it, get-it, like Luke

For those, who don't believe my skills get
I got mad expertise, for all you MC's
I'm funky like G my nigga
I know who's up in here, before I pull the trigger

Is New up in here? Hell yeah
Is Def Squad up in Hell yeah
Is NJ up in Hell yeah
The Green up in here, hell yeah

Verbally, I sew the brains up Trapper
John M.D. got nine made of lacquer
Count Dracula, back the, tow-truck with the
Get Biz Mark fuel-injected like Maximus

My style than an AIDS victim drinkin' forty-five malt liquors
I the spliff up
The underground, slam, like Shazam
Check my Jams, get Def when I Methods like Man

Computerized Robocop sounds, I in sequence
Funky to death, so ask old bitch where the beef went
When I do 'em, I 'em, stick 'em like Patrick Ewing
My shit bumps like Rican people moved in

Next door, I get raw with the
Call four-one-one I'm Ghetto Red Hot
Bo bo bo, Funk Spock catch a bruisin'
My style respect fifty Muslims

You on strings like loose ends
my hands on the nine
Watch yo bitch
I get with mines

How's that? I gets busy with mines
How's that? 'Cause I gets busy with
How's 'Cause I gets busy with mines
that? 'Cause I gets busy with mines
It's Keith

I come in when I see that low flow
Heckuva foe, heard a gun and for a metaphor
I'm naive the sleeves of the sheets
Murderin', who ever try to fuck with me

Murray word is bond, it on
And ready to blow any nigga out the cypher of the hype at dawn
Long Def to the Squad
And we smokin' out there, shit, it ain't that hard

I classic drama microphone embalmer
Have your momma beg bars for your kidneys tomorrow
My murderous E Dub
Makes hard beats that I become part of

When I be A E I O U or battle
Niggaz be like who, who, who, who, who night owls
The most beautifullest in this world
Is I shitted and was with it, dig it