Luyện nghe bài hát It's All Over

uh, its the emcee(the emcee),
yeah, you can be the
i'd rather be the
Plugz

i minipulate the dialect
words i select
can be a higher then a man in a private jet
flyin by ya set goin fast,
since Pun passed i found an MC to admire yet
my intellect in affect i drop the info
i step on stage i give a propper intro
never go pop, hip hop is im into
use the key to the mental
I'm master of the rhythem and
you'll never up, try to make an attempt though
you off to a slow start, me you
thats like an F1 race car against a go
im so sharp, they to gas you up too much when you was young,
now you nothin but a no
the whack opponent (?) like Casanova
thats it I'm here for the throw down, it over

its all over,
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its all over, (uh, yeah)
its all over,
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uh, yo,
i dont know what kind of world you stuck in
sleep on me if you want but dont get in
too comfortable, at the crack of dawn
the wake up call comes it'll be too late to act alarmed
i activate the bomb to
blow your career to smithereens, and not a second
im here to set the record
i your cd in half, if its cassette, then i'll eject your tape
select a date, we can live
how about the monday your drops, see if you'll survive
im on the war path, move aside
say goodbye, 'cause its suicide
when you go the pro-lific notion
i compose flows deep as the ocean
right stroke, left stroke, the best stroke
up yo, they be drownin in my quotes

its all over,
its all over, (yeah)
its all over,
its all over,

its all over, (uh huh)
its all over,
its all over,
its all over,

me out, uh, uh, yo
im double extra large, evidently like wilson elliot
my pen is ill, they aint ready yet
(?)... so my are part of the source, im here to charter the course
ya'll needa follow the leada like gave the orders
'cause we behind enemy lines like reporters
tape and cam corders, but they see the man slaughter
you gotta go beyond the damn borders
watchin see cops confused
good guys gettin shot so we gots lots to
i dont pop the (?), i hop over
padded my rhymes like how a boxer
laced each wiht lots of jewels
bad for ya whole hood and leave ya block
on behalf of MCs, props are due
Djs and rap artists and pop too, holla

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