Luyện nghe bài hát It Gets No Rougher

Let me tell you somethin' about an A-B-C
The A, the B, the C, the D, the E, the F, the G, the H, the I, the J, the K
The L, the M, the N, the O, the P, the Q, the R, the S, the T, the U
The V, W, X, Y, Z, bullshit to me

Rhyme to the of a or should I give a brother time
And move on, you better get another week to work or quit
'Cause I'm on some ol' l shit, of murder but I never committed
Takin' no shorts so you better it

Tracklin' the world on my tone station, taught her
emcee executioner
Wicked witch, diggin' ditch
Givin' ya stitch by stitch, ain't a bitch

than lemonade, stronger than a hand-grenade
Rhymes are laid, go deeper a mermaid
Louder than a siren, I'm not
Despirin', admirin' the way I'm fly
And I sees ecleptoes and I resent
Brothers who slept on, when shoulda kept on

Rollin' with rush it don't get no
I stopper, and puffer, a buffer, suffer
I was back the man superior, right?
You take my title, yo, you'll be aight

You stand below the plateau I on
You want my to put the man on
I and bake and break the laws of gravity
And if you chew on, get a cavity

'Cause giant, and you're a pee-wee
And all LL shit, you can't see me
cheap and weak, incomplete and off-peak
'Cause it gets no rougher, it gets no

Yo man, you know how we take the order A-B-C
You know what I'm
Yo, cuttin' ain't no joke, yo L, release the on 'em

I release the juice smack dab in your
Do damage, I'm up the pace
My mics' like a when I'm walkin' at nighttime
Straight to the dome, it's like a

High speed, stronger than
you pick up the mic to get fly
You all the dope khaki's that you can feature
So I can serve you, you know the

Listen to the man intellectualize,
Your posse gettin' paralyzed
I don't hear no alibi's, don't apologize
I'll put the highs' in eyes!

The in your face, like a District Attorney, I'm on the case
With rhymes that'll hit ya, get ya and sit ya
The competition is booty get the now?
Skip the rigamarole, to get

I'm figurin' yo, nigga you
I allow, not now, no way, no how
Any of disrespect, you better bow
gets rough to swamp I do it prompt
In between my jaws got chomped

The cordless mic is my utensil
Lyrics you be runnin', I break 'em a pencil
I'm massive and you're a small fry
You're all in, a stunt, a
Outta order I slaughter wax to make you
'Cause it gets no rougher, it gets no

Shut up, the alley got attention to get
And drop these l dope lyrics on ya, the is pumpin'
You know what I'm

Let me ask you ask a
Wait a
Who could take the game of rap and it alone
Demonstrate styles on the microphone
Build an like an African king
I had to show apu jack the could swing

I'ma nightmare, I crush my opponents
only one title I own it
Emcee's flip-flop, I bust out the
They try to eavesdrop, to make rock

Aerodynamically, it's all automatically, the way I jiggly of originality
Shay-shop 'em and stop 'em a cheetah and an antelope
Then I cut 'em like a on the table
They ain't able, I'm a legend, not a fable, gotta keep it

Crack your back bone, hotter than
Doin' your justice overseein' a chaporone
Huh, on the hip-hop scene, I got shit sewn up like a machine
Eat a like a sandwich, leave 'em in a bandage
the stage and leave the audience damaged

Yeah, get on that cut, get funky on it
Yo, l, lyrics is dope man you know I'm sayin'?
You better raw for years
This how we do it
Pump that good man, cut us some real, real somethin'
Yo, bust

I'm kinda like a soldier, see I ya
When I pick up the mic I'ma ya
Captive, a mack-tive, I'll make sure I'll it
L'll speak a cell a sneak as your backs' weaker

I freak the and get shieker
over king, you're too over-eager
You're tryin' to a move for
I'ma prove you're

I he was jealous and in the mood for an ass-kickin'
When you with, the man with the plan
Mic in his hand and a skit
R-O-U-G-H-E-R, rougher, so we are

to face, mic to mic, man to man
While your ship is sinkin' in quicksand
Strappin' to the bottom like a two-ton
And break, pull the rope, point blank, I'm a

Rapper like a pack, step on 'em a mack
My DJ cut-creator scratch a record a cat
E at my with pride who got a bigger rep
Shh the mic like a cigarette

Every puff is rough a pull could a bull, one toke, your crews' a joke
I run through like water through rubber hoses
Nigga, I'm comin' up
Step back I got the title to a dope recital
I've killed men my friend and I'ma do it again and again and again
'Cause it get no

You know what I'm I'm rulin' this game
It don't get no rougher, peace, LL J