Luyện nghe bài hát Letters

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

G. Rap]
Rougher than Gotti, in
Got a body harder Flintstone
Your girl got her boned
I'm diggin her with my skintone
It's than Bobby cause humpin is my hobby
in the end zone, with mens, that made her friends moan
Listen and learn and on your tuners if he looney
? ? I break, bang zoom, like
I don't want singers, but finger snappers, slappers
The wickeder rapper the dapper rapper's when I my trapper
Got that ass gassed by Amoco, you you ain't man to go
dead up, up, so I set up to slam a hoe
I don't give a heck, but I peck on a redneck
You pull cards, you're a dead deck, bed check
Lead my from tec, come and up and get your head red
Wait a sec, you comin to see what's
I gotta my breath, rappers slayed
or played like Jeff to the
And none of you nitwits can get this hit shit
You dipstics, Miss kiss, but no lipstick
I don't run a but a mile to bust a child
Big ol happy rappers smile like Gomer Pyle
Hell, I'm ringin bells a ding-dong
I play you ping-pong
You swingin on my ding-a-long Kong
I pop bad cops, I got a pig a day
Bing bing BANG, like the ricochet rapid
Grab it, your is just like a lady baby, maybe
you're old as Grady, in the 80's, metaphors born in Haiti
I pop to the top, now the hip-hop glock pop
Whenever it drops, I run over rappers at the record
You name your best say, who, like owls
Pass me a towel, and I'ma move my bowels all over his
Bring ten men, then send my venom in em
You gonna win em cause he got a women's momentum
And I don't wanna from this queer
Cause one of these niggaz just doesn't belong
My rhymes are the nine millimeter Beretta
Cause anything rappers could do yo I do it better

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

You slow toy, cheap thrills, no joy
My lyrical skills me Pillsbury Doughboy
Back, I'm packin em up like Jack the
pally'll I'm pullin the zipper
Finger popped, the better the or flipper
You're out of date, you must be the Show, I hate those
on the brakes slow, uh-oh, better get Maaco
Dead-on, collision, bad decision
You wanna see me nigga you better check your
It 20/20 money silly bunny your funny
Your ass'll get smashed just like a test dummy
Retire, an MC that Oscar could take
Some of you wacky rappers just anyway
B-O-L-O-G-N-A
So come and swing wild, mild child, and get your hurt
HEY HEY HEY! Should I say it's Fatter Albert
at your own risk, if you diss, got a lotta hot groups
turnin cold, go and sip on some Swiss Miss
city, actin like bitties, you're pussy
so here kitty kitty, come get some milk from my titties
at the green 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 that ass is in a
Everytime I put out my records and
Motherfuckers go bananas like was Planet of the Apes
Grapes I bust em like cherries and lay down, bitches purchase
to the dick and sit down it like a Greyhound
Down with the actin like killers, as good as wooden soldiers
See niggaz, you ain't even Magilla
Bass in your face, stingin like
I'm bringin the right taste, hangin like
Pick up the