Luyện nghe bài hát Kicking Flavor With My Man

[lord
yeah, I got my motherfucking man in the house, you know
What I'm saying? tell 'em your name just now and shit

p]
Ayo I'm the rhyme mc percee p

[lord
Now, just now, we gonna both do this, but I want you to
Do me a favor, you know what I'm saying? (what's
That? ) let them motherfuckers they ain't hearing what you
Doing about now, you know what I'm saying?

p]
Like mike tyson bash your face in for basing
Give me space and I'll put your head out if you get out of place and
Rip you like plastic, don't make me get
step fast, quick to get that ass kicked
What you do to this? I ain't new to this
For you to diss me and come off is
I ain't that, so get back and get that
Wick wack shit out my before you get smacked
Like a hooker short on my
I want all my money, you sonny, I'll put this foot up ass
I got your all on my dick
I go her panties, her bra, her car and she star in my next
It's a jammie
I rode her like a camry, damn p, I know you can't me
I'm p, p stands for pimp
She gave me head, plus she said in bed you a dead wimp
He's a goner, for me on the corner
Locked like a vote, who to consult if you still wanna
I get devious, treacherous, bet you
Next verse rehearsed is worse than the previous
Lyrical format leaves head sore, black
Base and I wipe my feat on you like a doormat
p, that's who I claim to be
But amatuers, you're all the same to me
Yeah, you's a duck and your girl gets
to live it up or giving up her ass for a fast buck
Don't get me upset, b, I'm
me or press up I'll mess up your head, b
You're booty, so step off and a few
Hours, and take a shower, it personal
finesse, my rhyme have to end
So get on the mic and let yours

[lord
it, kick it, I'm about to rip it
I'm young, black, and gifted, I sound wicked
I stomp any I come against
So be for real, they don't really none of this
I'm slowing down, I got to keep it flowing now
Tonight it of special, make mine a lowenbrau
I get ahhs and ooohs not because I'm real cool
Fucking with is the wrong career move
I be crews without breaking rules
You know damn well I don't have to be breaking rules
I'm all about cash flow, pull like a lasso
A roast me on the mic? don't be an asshole
I'm indestructable, so bring in a
What's up a battle? (I can't fuck with you)
So don't try testing me, mc's
Couldn't win against me if you the referee
You can't get with me, so don't say to me
out your mind if you're trying to get a victory
You can't me with your weak technique
If this was a game, you couldn't check me
You be wild, but I'm on an iller tip
you stand a chance? you could kill that shit
I'm intellectual, the best of you
I eat mc's the food at a festival
science and math, stand tall like a giraffe
Completing the task, breaking rappers in
Puting suckers out of it, yeah I a lot of shit
But when it comes to rhymes I deserve a scholarship
Won't front or perp the role, I get the of hoes
I'm so cool I got girls on control
Whether you're a virgin or a hot sister
I'm bagging up bitches a shoplifter
So lord finesse is not the one to
I was getting sex they first invented underoos
Got of self, so who needs a school for help?
can't get with finesse, don't even fool yourself
When I begin I set the
And I show men, the motherfuckers got no
Goddamn, it's no scheme, scam, or
I'm kicking flavor with my motherfucking man

(lord finesse and percee p give til fade)