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

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uh, yo,
i dont know what kind of fantasy world you in
on me if you want but dont get tucked in
too comfortable, 'cause at the crack of
the wake up call comes it'll be too late to act alarmed
i the bomb to detinate
blow your career to smithereens, and not a late
im here to set the straight
i crack your cd in half, if its cassette, i'll eject your tape
select a date, we can live
how about the monday album drops, see if you'll survive
im on the war path, move aside
say goodbye, 'cause its suicide
when you go against the notion
i compose flows deep as the ocean
stroke, left stroke, whats the best stroke
word up yo, they be drownin in my

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 here to charter the
ya'll needa follow the leada like gave the orders
'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 see cops 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 hood and leave ya block confused
on of real MCs, props are due
Djs and rap artists and pop lockers too,

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