Luyện nghe bài hát It's My Thang '99

Yeah, what up, yo it's Mr. Keith
The Lyrical Lexicon, the 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 like
The Squad go to war like General
I lost my a-alike, and I'm takin' it hard
And havin' bad dreams of spooky voices and

First of all, I'm the E of
Rockin' the Player Way Eightball & MJG
Squadron, my click be fully
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 on impact
So niggaz better get
The playahaters 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
the head of c-cipher like Voltron

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

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

Aiyyo my brain attack hip hop shit aggressively
My recipe, mixed wit 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 arrest
Live out the Fest, one of the best
I asked my Red Alert, he said 'Yes'

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

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

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

be like, Get At Me Dog like DMX
Keith pack a black tech
And I don't give a fuck, I can't be
jump 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 chrome desert

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

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

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