Luyện nghe bài hát Letters

"What are you to do?" (2X)
"Nigga!"
"The K the the L the G-R-A-P letters"
"My mic nice, check one"
"The K the the L the G-R-A-P letters"
"Sound nice" (cut and scratched)

[Kool G.
Rougher than Gotti, in
Got a harder than Flintstone
Your girl got her skins
I'm diggin her down with my
It's Brown-er Bobby cause humpin is my hobby
in the end zone, with mens, that made her friends moan
Listen and learn and turn on your if he looney
? ? I break, zoom, like Honeymooners
I don't want singers, but snappers, speaker slappers
The rapper the dapper rapper's when I flap my trapper
Got that ass by Amoco, you know you ain't man to go
dead up, head up, so I set up to a hoe
I don't a heck, but I don't peck on a redneck
You wanna pull cards, a dead deck, bed check
Lead my from tec, come and step up and get your red
Wait a sec, you to see what's left?
I gotta catch my breath, rappers
or played like Jeff to the
And none of you nitwits can get with this hit
You dipstics, Miss kiss, but no lipstick
I run a style but a mile to bust a child
Big ol snappy rappers smile like Gomer Pyle
Hell, I'm bells with a ding-dong
I play you like
You on my ding-a-long King Kong
I pop bad cops, I got a pig a day
Bing bing BANG, like the ricochet rapid
Grab it, your sound is just like a lady baby,
you're old as Grady, still in the 80's, born in Haiti
I pop to the top, now the glock pop rocks
Whenever it drops, I run over rappers at the shop
You name your best say, who, like owls
Pass me a towel, and I'ma move my bowels all his vowels
Bring ten men, then I'll send my in em
You ain't gonna win em cause he got a women's
And I wanna hear from this queer
Cause one of these niggaz just belong here
My rhymes are like the nine millimeter
Cause anything rappers could do yo I do it better

"The K the the L the G-R-A-P letters"
"My mic sound nice, two"
"The K the double-O the L the letters"
"sound nice" (cut and scratched)

You no-frill slow toy, thrills, no joy
My lyrical skills give me Doughboy
Back, I'm packin em up like the Ripper
Some pally'll I'm pullin the
Finger popped, the better the or flipper
You're out of date, you must be the Late Show, I those
on the brakes slow, uh-oh, better get Maaco
Dead-on, collision, bad decision
You wanna see me nigga you better your vision
It ain't money silly bunny your funny
Your ass'll get smashed just like a crash dummy
Retire, an MC Oscar Meyer could take
Some of you wacky just play anyway
that's
So come and swing wild, mild child, and get style hurt
HEY HEY HEY! Should I say it's Fatter than
at your own risk, if you diss, got a lotta hot groups
turnin cold, better go and sip on some Miss
Inner city, actin like bitties, you're
so here kitty kitty, get some milk from my hoe's titties
Cross at the not in between or get hit G
Red light, green light, one two
Out for the dash, but in the flash, you let me pass
'fore crash, now ass is in a bodycast
I put out my records and tapes
Motherfuckers go bananas like was Planet of the Apes
Grapes I bust em like cherries and lay down, bitches purchase
to ride the dick and sit down it like a
Down with the clowns like killers, as good as wooden soldiers
See niggaz, you even Magilla Guerillas
in your face, stingin like mace
I'm the right taste, hangin like waist
up the pace