Luyện nghe bài hát It's My Thang '99

Yeah, what up, yo it's Mr. Murray
The Lyrical Lexicon, the matador
Wit my Redman and the EPMD, the Squadron
You what I One time for DJ Clue, check it out

Aiyyo, we got these hoes spreaded out like
The go to war like General Custard
I just lost my a-alike, and I'm takin' it
And bad dreams of spooky voices and graveyards

First of all, I'm the E of
the Player Way like Eightball & MJG
Squadron, my click be armed
I got dough, my be fat and formed

a Beck's, all day I think about sex
Got the gaze to the 'A' off your Virex
Who am I? DO, my MO is PO
ta fuck Ya, fuck ya, fuck ya, fuck ya

Aiyyo I detonate on
So niggaz get back
The playahaters stay off the dick, P ain't wit
The blunt, I split that, bust a wit the kick back
No to stress that chickenhead nigga, already hit that

I put the pow in the wow like gun to the
Give the hardcore niggaz something could be proud of
I get out of hand I lost my arm
the head of c-cipher like Voltron

Who got wins? that be hard pretend
You got skills? Come here, let me tap that
Bing, my style ropa-dope around the
I'm promoted, and don't even know Don King

Call me the Sam Cassel, two minute on the clock
Cops know the SL do well
Can tell by the you frail
We can battle till your big ass feet out them Channel

Aiyyo my attack this hip hop shit aggressively
My recipe, mixed wit stress and testin' me
Consecutively, five so technically
You got a long way to go to catch the PMD

Aiyyo we put you to the test, put it through your
Make a motherfucker a cardiac arrest
Live out the Fest, one of the best
I my nigga Red Alert, he said 'Yes'

I MC's from the throwing of my vocal tone
It work, I show them the chrome and flash the greens
Coincide wit the red beam, and about it
All day on scene

I Welcome niggaz like Kotter to the marauder
Pull out my gat, you'll be like, like
I hang small, but when I'm I'm gigantic
In fact, my big-ass sunk the Titanic

An MC massacre, got a click and ready to blast at ya
we the masters
We catch you niggaz wit glass, and who you askin'
Like you gaspin', backin' up while P's

be like, Get At Me Dog like DMX
Keith pack a black tech
And I give a fuck, I can't be touched
Females jump in my like double-dutch

My technique, niggaz off they feet
I'm Ultimate, like the break beat
My Thing, back wit the sequel
Hold my Squad down wit the chrome eagle

Yo, I go back like straps, puttin' Lee where your knee at
Puff wit midas, and no Civics wit the ski
Shut niggaz that be tryin' to win
I'll be like, like I'm CNN

So the Thriller of Manilla, wreck shit like Godzilla
Old English, can not stand Miller
MC's rockin' till the party's through
Then they tap me on the shoulder and say "This for you"

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