Luyện nghe bài hát It's My Thang '99

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

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

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

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
ta fuck Ya, fuck ya, fuck ya, fuck ya

Aiyyo I detonate on
So better get back
The playahaters stay off the dick, P ain't wit
The blunt, I split that, bust a four wit the back
No need to stress that chickenhead nigga, 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 like I my arm
Decipher the head of c-cipher Voltron

Who got wins? Those that be pretend
You got skills? here, let me tap that chin
Bing, my style ropa-dope the ring
I'm well promoted, and don't even know Don

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

Aiyyo my brain attack 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 Fresh Fest, one of the
I asked my Red Alert, he said 'Yes'

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

I Welcome like Kotter to the night marauder
Pull out my gat, you'll be like, Godfather
I hang small, but when I'm hard I'm
In fact, my big-ass dick 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 P's blastin'

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

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

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

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

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