Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't No Joke

I no joke, I used to let the mic smoke
Now I slam it when I'm done and make it's broke
When I'm no one gets on cause I won't let
press up and mess up the scene I set
I like to stand in a crowd and watch the wonder damn
But about it then you'll understand
I'm just an addict addicted to
Maybe a habit, I gotta use it
Even if it's or the quiet storm
I hook a up convert it in a hip-hop form
a rhyme in graffitti in every show you see me in
Deep concentration cause I'm no
are wild if you wanna be tame
I treat you like a child then you're gonna be
enemy, not even a friend of me
Cause you'll get fried in the end if you to be
Competing cause I put your mind on pause
And I can beat you you compare my rhyme wit yours
I wake you up and as I stare in your you seem stun
Remember me, the one you got your from
But you start to suffer but you only get rougher
When you start to stutter when you had enough of
Biting it, I make you choke, you can't
You can't cope, you should of cause I ain't no joke

I got a question, it's serious as
Who can the average dancer
Hyper as a heart nobody smiling
Cause expressing the rhyme that I'm styling
This is what we all sit down to
You can't make it so you take it home, it and bite
Use pieces and bits of all the hits
Get the style down pack then it's time to
Put my on pause and add some more to yours
Then you figure you're for the neighborhood chores
The e-m-c-e-e don't try to be
When you up to speak, don't even lie to me
You to exaggerate, dream and imaginate
Then change the rhyme around, that can me
So when you see me up, freeze
Or be one of those 7 mc's
They think that I'm a new jack but only if they knew
They who wrong are they who can't do that
Style that I'm doing, they ruin
of paragraphs based on you and
Your dj, if anything he play
familiar, I'll wait til e say
Play 'em, so I'mma have to dis and
You could get a for this, I ain't no joke

I the microphone like a grudge
B'll the record so the needle don't budge
I hold a conversation when I invent
I my dj the president
When I'm senile, freestyle, going steadily
So pucker up and whistle my
But you do, don't miss one
They'll be another rhyme after this one
Before you know it, following and fiendin'
Waiting for the punchline to get the
Like before the middle of my I'm telling
Nobody beats the r so stop
Save it, put it in pocket for later
Cause I'm the crowd and b a record fader
No interruptions and the mic is
I'm gone, then you can joke
Cause everything is real on a tip
Keep playing and I get quick
And take you for a through hell
Feed your dome watch your eyeballs swell
Guide you out of state darkness
When it get dark again then I'mma this
Microphone cause the heat is on, you see
And I'm finish when the is gone, I'm no joke