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 sound nice, one"
"The K the double-O the L the letters"
"Sound nice" (cut and scratched)

[Kool G.
than Gotti, in tone
Got a body harder Flintstone
Your got her skins boned
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 made her friends
Listen and learn and turn on your if he looney
? ? I break, bang zoom, like
I don't want singers, but snappers, speaker 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, head up, so I set up to a hoe
I don't give a heck, but I don't peck on a
You wanna pull cards, you're a 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 catch my breath, rappers slayed
or like Jeff to the left
And none of you can get with this hit shit
You dipstics, even kiss, but no lipstick
I don't run a style but a mile to a child
Big ol snappy happy rappers smile like Pyle
Hell, I'm ringin bells with a
I play you like
You swingin on my ding-a-long King
I pop bad cops, I got a pig a day
Bing bing BANG, just the ricochet rapid
Grab it, your is just like a lady baby, maybe
old as Grady, still 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 at the record shop
You name best I'll say, who, like owls
me a towel, and I'ma move my bowels all over his vowels
Bring ten men, then I'll my venom in em
You ain't win em cause he got a women's momentum
And I don't wanna hear this queer
one of these niggaz just doesn't belong here
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 double-O the L the letters"
"sound nice" (cut and scratched)

You no-frill toy, cheap thrills, no joy
My skills give me Pillsbury Doughboy
Back, I'm packin em up Jack the Ripper
Some pally'll I'm pullin the
popped, the better the batter 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You're out of date, you must be the Show, I hate those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, head-on collision, bad
You wanna see me nigga you better check your
It ain't 20/20 money silly bunny your
Your ass'll get smashed just a crash test dummy
Retire, an MC that Oscar Meyer take
of you wacky rappers just play anyway
that's
So come and wild, mild child, and get your style hurt
HEY HEY HEY! Should I say it's Fatter Albert
Play at own risk, if you diss, got a lotta hot groups
turnin cold, go and sip on some Swiss Miss
Inner city, actin like bitties, you're
so here kitty, come get some milk from my hoe's 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 shoulda let me
'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 ride the dick and sit down it like a
Down with the clowns actin like killers, as good as wooden
See niggaz, you even Magilla Guerillas
Bass in your face, like mace
I'm the right taste, hangin like waist
Pick up the