Luyện nghe bài hát It's My Thang '99

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

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

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

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

I detonate on impact
So better get back
The stay off the dick, P ain't wit that
The blunt, I split that, bust a four wit the kick
No need to that chickenhead nigga, already hit that

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

Who got Those that be hard pretend
You got Come here, let me tap that chin
Bing, my style around the ring
I'm promoted, and don't even know Don King

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

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

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

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

I Welcome niggaz Kotter to the night marauder
Pull out my gat, you'll be like, like
I small, but when I'm hard I'm gigantic
In fact, my dick sunk the Titanic

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

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

My technique, knock off they feet
I'm Ultimate, the fuckin' break beat
It's My Thing, back wit the
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 down be tryin' to win
I'll be like, I'm from CNN

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

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