Luyện nghe bài hát It's All Over

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

i minipulate the dialect
that i select
can be a higher threat a man in a private jet
by ya set goin dumb fast,
since Pun i aint found an MC to admire yet
my intellect in when i drop the info
before i step on i give a propper intro
go pop, hip hop is what im into
use the key to the mental
I'm of the rhythem and tempo
you'll never catch up, try to make an attempt
you off to a slow start, me you
like an F1 race car against a go kart
im so sharp, they to gas you up too much when you was young,
now you nothin but a no
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)
its all over,
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uh, yo,
i know what kind of fantasy world you stuck in
on me if you want but dont get tucked in
too comfortable, 'cause at the crack of
when the up call comes it'll be too late to act alarmed
i the bomb to detinate
blow your to smithereens, and not a second late
im here to set the record
i crack cd in half, if its cassette, then i'll eject your tape
select a date, we can live
how the monday your album drops, see if you'll survive
im on the war path, move aside
otherwise say goodbye, 'cause its
when you go against the notion
i compose deep as the pacific ocean
right stroke, left stroke, whats the stroke
word up yo, they be in my quotes

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

its all over, (uh huh)
its all over,
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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 editorials are of the source, im here to charter the course
ya'll follow the leada like Rakim gave the orders
we behind enemy lines like great reporters
tape recorders and cam corders, but see the man slaughter
you gotta go beyond the damn borders
news see cops confused
good guys gettin shot so we lots to lose
i dont pop the (?), i hop over
padded my rhymes like how a boxer
laced each line wiht lots of
bad for ya whole hood and ya block confused
on of real MCs, props are due
Djs and rap and pop lockers too, holla

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