Luyện nghe bài hát K. I. M.

Nah, nah, check out, yo

I my dick, spit, hit the blinkers, split
The Coronas, tokin' irons without permits
Repertoire long faced the shit
Black Willis mix tape arsonist

Esquire, for hire, total rapid fire
to any Tom, Dick, Jerry Maguire
You the right man to get the plan executed
I get the situation before you shoot it

Flow director, surprise you like what?
The hotter I spit I'm trippin' off smoke
Who next up to get dressed up, I don't pop
I pop New with a dot till import

The art then the craft, will you in half
I'm a Hurricane you a Miller Draft
While you push a S-Class I'm on a giraffe
Uptown, naked, a bag with hash, check it

your windows and lock your doors
Whores scream louder than when I pour
And when me and my walk we walk on all fours
Atomic dogs, packed in a Yukon

K I M, K I M

John Blaze, I keep y'all rockin' for days
Boriquas, to eses, the ways
My own Mix Tape DJ, I
You don't a clue when I'm doin ya who is he I gets busy, word up
Come now player in my eyes you think I'm bluffin'
A five year's turned nuttin' into somethin'

And don't get familiar, whole entourage don't be
Feelin' ya, behind your back straight killin' ya
(Who am I?)
The Ex Head bad motherfucker
High on Friday with Tucker
I be a Head banger to my last breath
Jermaine Dupri think I'm So So Def

K A, Shawn Mims, I come a long line of Geechies
Who care, blow Lo Luchinis
I transform Spawn, takes no time
For me to get on, to the break of dawn,

K I M, K I M

PMD, the Purple admiral
Blow your spot and left
Then escaped in the capsule
Harder than an NFL tackle, back to the Big Apple

Southpaw, raw since I was a
Before I met Jane in the
The mentals, slash entrepreneur
With more than Roger Moore

Turn your into coleslaw, with the four four
Spray Windex on glass jaw
Shatter it, with P is hazardous
out Lazarus started and manufactured this

My Squad's wild like the on Geographic
Smash you bastards on some crab
EPMD's the the Squadron is the click
Transmit, lyrical grit, time to 'cause I'm

K I M, K I M

Keith Murray, the holder of the
Lyrical analyst, mental roller flower
folder, track blower, MC over thrower
I flow witcha two at a like Noah

I off to the beat, on the edge of reality
And kick rhymes in my sleep and mortality
Finally, every dimension know
Y'all simple minded niggaz is pitiful and weak

I'll you a G a week for life, if you can defeat me
I kick poetry at a high of mortality
At static, lyrical
Smokin', barkin' like a dog, like an asthmatic

Lyrical create fly rap sculpture
Ninety eight Head boy, yeah I told ya
chaos, helter skelter, run for shelter
Here the lyrical brain melter

I be maxin' and relaxin', action
more big ol' words than Jesse Jackson
My knock don't it, drive you crazy if you loan it
Man, I feel for my

K I M, K I M
K I M, K I M