Luyện nghe bài hát Intrigued

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

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

And the sauna, on some marijuana
From Tiajuana, miggedy-mess around and youse a
I stash the cash don't flash the cash
You figgedy-front on this kid I smash ass

Chiggedy-check the one two-er, bringin' it the sewer to the land
Cross the burnin' sand,
to Business with my miggidy-man
Got plans to blow, all positions in the game
Like coalition, stiggedy-stop and listen

To the hot shit, I'm the Tale of that Bronx
Call me Sonny, with of money
Bringin' raw music, call my swoosh
Please say, "Mister" you introduce me

Yeah uh, EPMD and Das EFX, time to
Like Funkmaster, Back to Business in your tape
Steel, I hold it, put it blindfolded
upside down, bust it, then reload it

Yo, I'm comin' up Virginia, on the linear
Havin y'all, with this dimepiece named Levinia
Cellular ringin', it's Books how ya
Fat like Thanksgiving, drop shit like a pigeon

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

You by the way, we do our thing
Do
Pick up the mic, hot, and make you
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
up the mic, hot, and make you swing
Say
Pick up the mic, hot, and make it
Yo, cold wax and tax 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 wanna
Survival of the fittest, it life or death
With manuevers, rapper slash producer
Puttin; it down with E-Dub, in the

Some riggidy-real thugs, sex and drugs
burnt rugs, drinkin' beers out of gold mugs
Slugs in the barrel, on name apparel
drama like John Travolta in Arrow

But need for that, Smith squeeze the gat
Ease 'em back, or niggaz biggidy-bleed, in fact
It's wiggidy shine like the head, of Golden Child
Corrupt styles, smile, we takin' bails to trial

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

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