Luyện nghe bài hát It's All Over

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

i minipulate the modern
that i select
can be a threat then a man in a private jet
by ya set goin dumb fast,
since Pun passed i aint an MC to admire yet
my intellect in when i drop the info
before i on stage i give a propper intro
never go pop, hip hop is what im
use the key to the mental
I'm of the rhythem and tempo
you'll catch up, try to make an attempt though
you off to a start, me against you
thats like an F1 race car a go kart
im so sharp, they used to gas you up too when you was young,
now you but a no fart
the whack opponent played (?) Casanova
thats it I'm here for the down, pass it over

its all over,
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its all over, (uh, yeah)
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uh, yo,
i dont know kind of fantasy 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 career to smithereens, and not a second late
im here to set the straight
i crack your cd in half, if its cassette, then i'll eject tape
select a date, we can live
how about the monday album drops, see if you'll survive
im on the war path, best move
otherwise say goodbye, its suicide
when you go against the notion
i compose deep as the pacific ocean
right stroke, left stroke, whats the stroke
up yo, they be drownin in my quotes

its all over,
its all over, (yeah)
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its all over, (uh huh)
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me out, uh, uh, yo
im double extra large, evidently charged wilson elliot
my pen skills is ill, aint ready yet
(?)... so my are part of the source, im here to charter the course
ya'll needa follow the leada like Rakim gave the
'cause we behind enemy like great reporters
tape and cam corders, but they see the man slaughter
you aint gotta go beyond the damn
watchin news see confused
good guys gettin shot so we gots to lose
i dont pop the (?), i hop obstacles
padded my rhymes like how a moves
laced each line wiht of jewels
bad for ya whole hood and leave ya confused
on of real MCs, props are due
Djs and rap artists and pop lockers too,

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