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 harder than Flintstone
Your girl got her skins
I'm diggin her with my skintone
It's Brown-er than Bobby cause humpin is my
Down in the end zone, with mens, that her friends moan
Listen and learn and turn on tuners if he looney
? ? I break, zoom, like Honeymooners
I don't want singers, but finger snappers, slappers
The wickeder rapper the dapper rapper's I flap my trapper
Got ass gassed by Amoco, you know 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 don't on a redneck
You wanna pull cards, you're a deck, bed check
my from tec, come and step up and get your head red
Wait a sec, you comin to see left?
I gotta my breath, rappers slayed
or played like to the left
And none of you nitwits can get this hit shit
You dipstics, even Miss kiss, but no
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 like
You swingin on my King Kong
I pop bad cops, I got a pig a day
Bing bing BANG, just the ricochet rapid
Grab it, your sound is just a lady baby, maybe
you're old as Grady, still in the 80's, metaphors in Haiti
I pop to the top, now the glock pop rocks
Whenever it drops, I run over rappers at the record
You name your best say, who, like owls
me a towel, and I'ma move 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 don't wanna from this queer
Cause one of these niggaz just doesn't belong
My rhymes are like the nine Beretta
Cause anything rappers could do yo I could do it

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

You no-frill toy, cheap thrills, no joy
My lyrical give me Pillsbury Doughboy
Back, I'm packin em up Jack the Ripper
Some I'm pullin the zipper
Finger popped, the better the batter or
You're out of date, you must be the Late Show, I those
on the brakes slow, uh-oh, better get Maaco
Dead-on, head-on collision, bad
You wanna see me you better check your vision
It 20/20 money silly bunny your funny
Your ass'll get smashed like a crash test dummy
Retire, an MC that Meyer could take
of you wacky rappers just play anyway
that's
So come and swing wild, mild child, and get your hurt
HEY HEY HEY! I say it's Fatter than Albert
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, pussy
so here kitty kitty, come get 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 that ass is in a
I put out my records and tapes
Motherfuckers go like this was Planet of the Apes
Grapes I bust em like cherries and lay down, purchase tickets
to ride the dick and sit down it a Greyhound
Down with the clowns actin like killers, as as wooden soldiers
See niggaz, you ain't even Magilla
Bass in face, stingin like mace
I'm bringin the taste, hangin like waist
Pick up the