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)

[Kool G.
Rougher than Gotti, in
Got a harder than Flintstone
Your girl got her skins
I'm diggin her with my skintone
It's Brown-er than Bobby humpin is my hobby
Down in the end zone, with mens, made her friends moan
Listen and learn and on your tuners if he looney
? ? I break, bang zoom, Honeymooners
I don't want singers, but finger snappers, speaker
The wickeder rapper the dapper when I flap my trapper
Got that ass gassed by Amoco, you 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, and step up and get your head red
Wait a sec, you comin to see left?
I catch my breath, rappers slayed
or played Jeff to the left
And none of you nitwits can get this hit shit
You dipstics, even kiss, but no lipstick
I don't run a style but a to bust a child
Big ol snappy happy rappers smile like Gomer
Hell, I'm ringin bells with a
I you like ping-pong
You swingin on my ding-a-long Kong
I pop bad cops, I got a pig a day
Bing bing BANG, just like the ricochet
Grab it, your sound is just like a baby, maybe
you're old as Grady, in the 80's, metaphors born in Haiti
I pop to the top, now the glock pop rocks
it drops, I run over rappers at the record shop
You name your I'll say, who, like owls
Pass me a towel, and I'ma my bowels all over his vowels
Bring ten men, then send my venom 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 just doesn't belong here
My rhymes are like the millimeter Beretta
Cause anything could do yo I could do it better

"The K the double-O the L the letters"
"My mic nice, check 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 Jack the Ripper
Some pally'll I'm the zipper
Finger popped, the the batter or flipper
out of date, you must be the Late Show, I hate those
puttin on the slow, uh-oh, better get Maaco
Dead-on, head-on collision, bad
You wanna see me you better check your vision
It ain't money silly bunny your funny
Your ass'll get just like a crash test dummy
Retire, an MC that Oscar Meyer 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 Albert
Play at your own risk, if you diss, got a lotta hot
turnin cold, better go and sip on Swiss Miss
city, actin like bitties, you're pussy
so here kitty kitty, come get some from my hoe's titties
Cross at the not in between or get hit G
Red light, light, one two three
Out for the dash, but in the flash, you let me pass
'fore crash, now that ass is in a
I put out my records and tapes
Motherfuckers go bananas like was Planet of the Apes
I bust em like cherries and lay down, bitches purchase tickets
to ride the dick and sit down it a Greyhound
Down with the clowns actin like killers, as good as soldiers
See niggaz, you ain't even Guerillas
Bass in your face, like mace
I'm bringin the taste, hangin like waist
up the pace