Luyện nghe bài hát It's My Thang '99

Yeah, up, yo it's Mr. Keith Murray
The Lexicon, the matador metaphor
Wit my niggas and the EPMD, the Squadron
You I sayin'? One time for DJ Clue, check it out

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

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

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

I detonate on impact
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 need to stress chickenhead nigga, already hit that

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

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

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

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

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

I intimidate MC's the throwing of my vocal tone
It don't work, I show them the chrome and flash the
wit the red beam, and hear about it
All day on street

I Welcome niggaz like Kotter to the night
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 you niggaz wit glass, and who you gon' askin'
Like you gaspin', backin' up while P's

I'll be like, Get At Me Dog DMX
Keith Murray pack a black
And I don't give a fuck, I can't be
Females in my flow like double-dutch

My technique, knock off they feet
I'm Ultimate, like the fuckin' break
It's My Thing, wit the sequel
Hold my Squad down wit the desert eagle

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

So peep the Thriller of Manilla, wreck shit like
Drink Old English, can not stand
MC's cold till the party's through
Then tap me on the shoulder and say "This Bud's for you"

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