Luyện nghe bài hát Jive Talk

A letter to you
and every one of you duck mothafuckers
Your girl puckers her so I stuck her
You're tellin' me, yo, so what the hell you me?

Now I'm-a show you fuckin' me is a felony
I'm crushin', tell you suckers to hushin'
Shush, no discussion, 'cuz I'm-a rushin'
The payback and I attack the that's wack

The black mack, brown like a jack
Slick and quick, I got a bic to stick
To kick some shit, chicks I with the One
Give up the fun the gun, my son

I don't run, I kick mothafuckers
It don't matter, I make scatter
Teeth to chatter, your head I'm-a splatter arraigned
Breakin' to and watchin' my name bring you pain

I'm on your blood stain hard to hold
I'm bold, I roll real
Too much soul, made of gold
I rolled niggas to hell; you to swell but fell

Now get well or die a dry cell, a rap villain
Chillin' and I don't give a fuck about a
'Cuz I'm still in effect when you're terrorist
I terrorize an assassin

Yes, I'm trespassin', ass I'm harassin', huh
Talk is cheap, I'm ya six feet deep
So don't sleep when I creep, you'll like athletes slammin'
what I'm jammin'

Hey, I don't play, I burn a gamma ray
Labeled prey, played to the way
Mothafuckers are straight

this out
The feature, searcher, preacher, teacher
to rough the cap to rap to ya and reach ya
Musical master, reacts as a brain
That has the knowledge is

just a Kit Kat, on some Tic-Tacs
But I'm a Big Mac, cuz I'm G Rap
Fully equipped a hip hop lip
My memory is like a microchip

My will give a shake, or if not quake
It'll make you, sucker MC, wanna in the lake
I'm murder, homicide, color
Must kill and destroy with excitement and

Weakest, I'll seek her, you weaker
My art is the smoke, my and media
So rap alert for ya, the area
I'll give a grain of lyrical mania

Power source, and a G enforced, your
And could be rap wars
So one or two, 'cept for a few
Doubles and couples and I'll grip 'em tools

'Cuz boy, you can't handles
None or any, one or many, some or
'Cuz I'm not the stranger, just the arranger
explosive, keep out, danger

Packin' Gs while you try to me
But for MCs who go on and wannabe Gs
I write is in a smoking section
Here's an of rap perfection

So the heck, you select my dialect
Next man's cassette, yo, and eject
'Cuz I could use a technique, as an antique
that I repeat show you that I can speak

Totally, probably, you rappers copy me
It takes strategy just Monopoly, figure it out

Kool G Rap is about armies and crews look like girl scouts
'Cuz I start rappin', I keep the people clappin'
Suckers that be yappin' won't think that happen
Yo, MCs, all wannabe and Chuck Ds, skeeze, Fs, Gs

Rock Shantes, Ks, L M N O Ps hit the backs of my reeds,
Freeze, catch the wave, later, rappers got the
But I'm an Alpha Beta Kappa rappers, form my alumni
to this if you're prejudiced, peace