Luyện nghe bài hát Intrigued

Hit the floor and roll E's on fire
I'm your motherfucker but not Jerry
I'm the skinned packin' Mac 10 who get busy
puttin' shit in the proper perspective

Strapped the gat bustin' caps across the map
Yo the crew's royalties and ASCAP, yeah
I'm six two fat went with the shoe
Diamond and jewels estates with the swimmin'

And the sauna, on some marijuana
From Tiajuana, around and youse a goner
I stash the cash don't the cash what?
You figgedy-front on kid I smash that ass

the one two-er, bringin' it from the sewer to the land
Cross the sand, biggedy
Back to with my miggidy-man
Got plans to blow, solidifyin all in the game
coalition, stiggedy-stop look and listen

To the hot shit, I'm the of that Bronx shit
Call me Sonny, with pounds of
Bringin' raw music, my style swoosh
say, "Mister" when you introduce me

Yeah uh, EPMD and Das EFX, to flex
Like Funkmaster, Back to Business in tape deck
Steel, I hold it, put it blindfolded
Hangin' down, bust it, then reload it

Yo, I'm up from Virginia, on the linear
Havin dinner y'all, with dimepiece named Levinia
Cellular ringin', it's how ya livin'
Fat like Thanksgiving, some shit like a pigeon

Yo, the banger, biggedy-black Rover to Ranger
Danger, I'm iggidy-off the planet like
My iggidy-anger, slaughter, of order
Split your monkey ass in half like Moses the wiggidy-water

You intrigued by the way, we do our
Do
Pick up the mic, hot, and you swing
Say
up the mic, hot, and make it swing
Yo, cold wax and tax who tend to act ill

You intrigued by the way, we do our
Do
Pick up the mic, hot, and make you
Say
up the mic, hot, and make it swing
Yo, wax and tax MC's who tend to act ill

Any hype, out the door, it
the Squadron wants, uhh bill it
E P M D out the box we be
We hold the title, priests hold the bible

God bless, to any MC who test
Survival of the fittest, it life or death
With will manuevers, rapper producer
Puttin; it with E-Dub, in the sewer

Some thugs, sex hip-hop and drugs
burnt rugs, drinkin' beers out of gold mugs
Slugs in the barrel, on brand apparel
Briggidy-bringin' drama like John in Arrow

But niggidy-no for that, Smith squeeze the gat
Ease 'em back, or niggaz gon' biggidy-bleed, in
It's wiggidy wild shine the head, of Golden Child
Corrupt styles, sinister smile, we bails to trial

You by the way, we do our thing
Do
up the mic, hot, and make you swing
Say
up the mic, hot, and make it swing
Yo, wax and tax MC's who tend to act ill

You by the way, we do our thing
Do
up the mic, hot, and make you swing
Say
up the mic, hot, and make it swing
Yo, wax and tax MC's who tend to act ill