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 niggas can dance to.

1]
THAT!
I be a muthafucka from the 12th ward
I want bullshit niggas (?) hittin em hard
I hit em more (?) I make em run
I made a lot of noise 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, when you learn?
what you ask for, nigga, IT'S YEARN!

2]
The maniac brotha's back another dramatic track
Crossin my path you like you a black cat
Maniac, abused, used, and
Try your luck and bring a pack for the
You got to lose, it just might help you out a bit
Shit, I it
You're better off dead, goin head to head with a like M-I-K-E
Your best bet's to your shit
your head, bleedin bitch
Sucka tragic you'll 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, have to bury ya
Mo thug, I draw
Whip that ass, leave ya down in the mud
Militant, bitch I be
But that's a risk you when you fuck with me
Headlocked, yo I dirt ya like a
you go, bigger than G.I.Joe
You ain't know? I you knew
This time you can have it, for you
YEARN! X 3

3]
Come on, on
Well come away sucker MCs in the place
There's only one so make no mistake
straight in your face, sucker MCs I hate
Rhymes bite you in your ass a rattlesnake
your screamin 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 niggas runnin and hiding than Batman and Robin
Takin out adversaries with I wrote
The (?) I'm the antidote
I the conductor of rhymes
(...?....)
Stretch elastic, pure fantastic
Lift off and burnin MCs like acid
Nigga please don't try to battle, it's
who have time watch me I do survive
This is a suggestion, so ask no questions
Try and digest my bitch you get indigestion
this as a lesson so you will know
Comin hard muthafuckas physical
Be pussy in my fans I brought a dime and
Understand I'm comin nigga harder than He-Man
With these hands, nigga laying down on the curb
YEARN!

4]
Some murderer got the nerve to about me
Bitch I heard of ya
That's a shame, you got the blame you're blind
You know my name, the M to the Y, S-T-I, the
Rebel, ya smell, ya fell, ya tell, ya sell, hotter than
as hell, I might as well SPELL!
I'm a big marine, M-I-K-E, you figure then me
I speak uniquely, how in the fuck do you plan to me
of hip hop, left ya shell shocked
Scare the fuck out ya Alfred Hitchcock
Don't be bothered (..?..)
I'm a rough from the 12th ward
Never left nothin undone, jaws for fun
Cocky as Paul Bunyan, have ya cryin like
Flyin low, a soldier born, ya choked
Explosive, bitch I'm the one that this
I scream like with the sword and snake
Your boss to battle, it's not your week
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 back and grin at your dumb ass
Watch me burn, can't my turn
Like, do you it?
YEARN! X 2