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 dialect
words that i
can be a higher threat then a man in a jet
flyin by ya set goin fast,
since Pun passed i found an MC to admire yet
my intellect in affect when i drop the
before i step on stage i a propper intro
never go pop, hip hop is im into
use the key to unlock the
I'm master of the rhythem and
you'll never catch up, try to make an attempt
you off to a start, me against you
thats like an F1 race car a go kart
im so sharp, used to gas you up too much when you was young,
now you nothin but a no
the whack opponent played (?) like
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 what kind of fantasy world you stuck in
sleep on me if you want but dont get in
too comfortable, at the crack of dawn
when the wake up call comes be too late to act alarmed
i activate the to detinate
blow your career to smithereens, and not a late
im to set the record straight
i crack your cd in half, if its cassette, then eject your tape
select a date, we can live
how about the monday your album drops, see if you'll
im on the war path, best move
otherwise say goodbye, 'cause its
when you go the pro-lific notion
i compose flows deep as the ocean
stroke, left stroke, whats the best stroke
word up yo, they be 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 is ill, they aint ready yet
(?)... so my editorials are part of the source, im to charter the course
ya'll needa follow the leada like Rakim gave the
'cause we behind enemy lines like reporters
tape and cam corders, but they see the man slaughter
you aint gotta go the damn borders
watchin news see confused
good guys gettin so we gots lots to lose
i pop the (?), i hop over obstacles
padded my rhymes like how a boxer
laced line wiht lots of jewels
bad for ya whole hood and ya block confused
on of real MCs, props are due
Djs and rap artists and pop lockers too,

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