Luyện nghe bài hát Lemme Hear Somethin Else

Aiyyo my stay froze (Lemme hear somethin else)
Aiyyo I fuck mad hoes (Yo lemme somethin else)
I'm a big dog with big (Won't you say somethin else)
Yo man you up my flow (You ain't got nothin else)
Man I got somethin (So lemme hear somethin else)
My chain got diamonds (Won't you do somethin else)
I spit with perfect timing (You could try somethin else)
Yeah you can't stop me from (I'll spit it myself)

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I'm on my way to ASCAP so I can up my dough
I ran a Jacker nigga tryna hit me with flows
He know I had a mind to just bloody his nose
And let the blood down on his white clothes

Chhhh..
Nigga! You don't wanna cipher me
My ain't Pakman for nothin, I'm gobblin emcees
Chhhh..

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Damn yo, I wasn't even tryna take it
Lemme hear in the ear nigga, make it clear
He started goin on pushin a big Benz
How he stayed jig, and smoked chronic up his friends
He doin it big and got ends
I just met the nigga, I seen him walkin up with his
frontin shorty, lemme tell you somethin 'bout the game
It's a thin line, from being wack to flames
You gotta when you be writin them lines
be a FUCKIN millionaire in every one of ya rhymes
I'ma let you walk in but yo you be quick
I gotta go, and the shit you spittin nigga, better be
He started gettin busy, I was noddin my
he fucked it all up and said some shit that I said
Stopped rhymin he knew he shouldn't have said that verse
Lookin stupid as fuck, for nigga it was the worst
Yo, how you bite and try to be top shelf
Better get ya act together, lemme somethin else

I give you more than a nigga possessed by demons
Walkin on ceilings, white lot speedin
Like Tony Soprano, meetings
With a psychologist about his feelings
and his crime
He even about how to make alcohol out of orange peelings
Pink cookies in a plastic bag crushed by a buildin
was cool Canibus puked it
With ill cannibalistic, instincts
Instant fitness, could you handle the distance?
You don't have wisdom
The man who gives resistance,
sinks the quickest, simple physics
I get "Southernplayalistic" and chicks
Put my big dick in they mouth and smear lipstick
here you stank bitch!
Tell ya man if he don't spit a hundred
I'ma him in his big lips
Spit quick, like 6B tip-tronic
Bitch is with a nitrous-oxide flipswitch
If you me, why would you recreate me
With those that imitate me and me?
They talk me so distastefully lately
But never break me, they underestimate me
Me and the Killer P, and get crazy with G-A-T's
I'm a B-E-A-S-T, you don't race me
I do 1 over a A-F-B
No if's, A-N-D's, or
A hundred ain't SHIT for a true emcee
SHUT THE FUCK UP! You should be of yourself
I ain't heard nothin I felt, hear somethin else