Luyện nghe bài hát It Yearns (*)

*In case you know, 'It's yearn' is the same as 'it's yours'

(Intro, guy talking)
Old niggas. (IT'S YEARN!)
hip hop niggas. Ha, ha. (IT'S YEARN!)
This something y'all can dance to.

1]
THAT!
I be a black muthafucka from the 12th
I want some bullshit (?) hittin em hard
I hit em with (?) I make em run
I a lot of noise with the shit I done
I give a chance to roll but y'all niggas can't roll
Sit ass down, let me show you how it go
I thought I showed you last time, will you learn?
Watch you ask for, nigga, IT'S YEARN!

2]
The maniac brotha's back with dramatic track
Crossin my path struck you you a black cat
Maniac, abused, used, and
Try your and bring a pack for the horseshoes
You got nothin to lose, it might help you out a bit
Shit, I it
You're better off dead, goin head to head with a nigga like
Your bet's to pack your shit
Calm head, bleedin bitch
Sucka tragic never get none
You leave cause you only get one
Chance to make a for it
Uh huh, now or get the pow
Get the fuck out this area, I'ma have to ya
Mo thug, I draw
Whip that ass, leave ya down in the mud
Militant, I might be
But that's a risk you take when you fuck me
Headlocked, yo I dirt ya a nacho
Shit you go, bigger G.I.Joe
You ain't know? I thought you
This you can have it, it's for you
YEARN! X 3

3]
Come on, on
Well come away fake MCs in the place
There's only one Mystikal so no mistake
Comin straight in face, sucker MCs I hate
Rhymes bite you in your ass a rattlesnake
Bout your no way
Bitch you won't
I'm like a boa 'strictor I kill, I
Hittin harder Hitler, no slidin, no livin, no jivin
Got more niggas runnin and hiding than Batman and
Takin out with rhymes I wrote
The sucker (?) I'm the
I the conductor of rhymes
(...?....)
Stretch like elastic, pure
Lift off and burnin MCs like acid
Nigga please don't try to battle, suicide
Those who have watch me I do survive
is only a suggestion, so ask no questions
Try and digest my rhymes you get indigestion
Wrote as a lesson so you will know
Comin hard this physical
Be pussy in my fans I brought a dime and
I'm comin strong nigga harder than He-Man
With these hands, nigga laying down on the curb
YEARN!

4]
Some got the nerve to talk about me
Bitch I never of ya
That's a shame, you got the cause you're blind
You my name, the M to the Y, S-T-I, the K-A-L
Rebel, ya smell, ya fell, ya tell, ya sell, hotter than
Soft as hell, I might as SPELL!
I'm a big marine, M-I-K-E, you weaker then me
I speak uniquely, how in the fuck do you to beat me
Ruler of hip hop, ya shell shocked
the fuck out ya like Alfred Hitchcock
Don't wanna be (..?..)
I'm a rough motherfucker the 12th ward
Never left nothin undone, jaws for fun
Cocky as Paul Bunyan, ya cryin like onion
Flyin low, a soldier born, ya choked
Explosive, bitch I'm the one that wrote
I like rebel with the sword and snake
Your boss come to battle, it's not your
I my verse, I love to curse
You won't be the first muthafucker in the of a hearse
Stomp, pop, clap, havin the laugh
Then, I step and grin at your dumb ass
Watch me burn, miss my turn
Like, do you it?
YEARN! X 2