Luyện nghe bài hát Letters

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

G. Rap]
Rougher Gotti, in tone
Got a body harder Flintstone
girl got her skins boned
I'm her down with my skintone
It's Brown-er than Bobby cause is my hobby
Down in the end zone, with mens, that made her friends
Listen and and turn on your tuners if he looney
? ? I break, bang zoom, like
I don't singers, but finger snappers, speaker slappers
The wickeder rapper the dapper rapper's when I flap my
Got that ass gassed by Amoco, you know you man to go
dead up, up, so I set up to slam a hoe
I don't give a heck, but I don't 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 catch my breath, slayed
or played like to the left
And none of you can get with this hit shit
You dipstics, even Miss kiss, but no
I don't run a style but a mile to a child
Big ol snappy rappers smile like Gomer Pyle
Hell, I'm ringin bells a ding-dong
I play you like
You swingin on my King Kong
I pop bad cops, I got a pig a day
Bing bing BANG, just like the rapid
Grab it, your sound is just like a baby, maybe
you're old as Grady, still in the 80's, metaphors in Haiti
I pop to the top, now the hip-hop pop rocks
Whenever it drops, I run over rappers at the record
You name best I'll say, who, like owls
Pass me a towel, and I'ma move my bowels all over his
ten men, then I'll send my venom in em
You ain't gonna win em cause he got a momentum
And I don't hear from this queer
Cause one of niggaz just doesn't belong here
My rhymes are like the nine millimeter
Cause anything could do yo I could 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 no-frill slow toy, thrills, no joy
My lyrical skills give me Doughboy
Back, I'm packin em up like Jack the
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You're out of date, you must be the Late Show, I hate
puttin on the brakes slow, uh-oh, better get
Dead-on, head-on collision, bad
You wanna see me nigga you better check vision
It ain't 20/20 money silly your funny
ass'll get smashed just like a crash test dummy
Retire, an MC that Oscar could take
Some of you wacky rappers just play
B-O-L-O-G-N-A
So come and swing wild, mild child, and get style hurt
HEY HEY HEY! Should I say Fatter than Albert
Play at own risk, if you diss, got a lotta hot groups
turnin cold, better go and sip on some Miss
Inner city, actin bitties, you're pussy
so here kitty kitty, come get some milk from my hoe's
at the green not in between or get hit G
Red light, light, one two three
Out for the dash, but in the flash, you shoulda let me
'fore crash, now that ass is in a
I put out my records and tapes
Motherfuckers go bananas this was Planet of the Apes
I bust em like cherries and lay down, bitches purchase tickets
to ride the dick and sit down it like a
Down with the clowns actin like killers, as good as soldiers
See niggaz, you ain't even Magilla
Bass in your face, stingin like
I'm bringin the right taste, hangin waist
Pick up the