Luyện nghe bài hát It's All Over

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

i minipulate the modern
that i select
can be a higher threat 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 affect i drop the info
before i on stage i give a propper intro
go pop, hip hop is what im into
use the key to unlock the
I'm of the rhythem and tempo
never catch up, try to make an attempt though
you off to a slow start, me 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 but a no fart
the whack opponent (?) like Casanova
thats it I'm here for the throw down, pass it

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

uh, yo,
i dont know what kind of fantasy world you in
sleep on me if you but dont get tucked in
too comfortable, 'cause at the 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 i'll eject your
a date, we can battle live
how the monday your album drops, see if you'll survive
im on the war path, best move
otherwise say goodbye, 'cause its
you go against the pro-lific notion
i flows deep as the pacific ocean
right stroke, left stroke, whats the best
word up yo, 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 extra large, evidently charged like wilson elliot
my pen skills is ill, they aint yet
(?)... so my editorials are part of the source, im here to the course
ya'll needa the leada like Rakim gave the orders
'cause we behind enemy lines great reporters
tape recorders and cam corders, but see the man slaughter
you aint go beyond the damn borders
news see cops confused
good guys gettin shot so we gots lots to
i pop the (?), i hop over obstacles
my rhymes like how a boxer moves
laced line wiht lots of jewels
bad for ya whole hood and leave ya block
on behalf of real MCs, are due
Djs and rap artists and pop too, holla

its all over,
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its all over,
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its all over,
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