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 the L the G-R-A-P letters"
"Sound nice" (cut and scratched)

G. Rap]
Rougher than Gotti, in
Got a body harder than
Your got her skins boned
I'm her down with my skintone
It's Brown-er than cause humpin is my hobby
Down in the end zone, with mens, made her friends moan
and learn and turn on your tuners if he looney
? ? I break, bang zoom, like
I don't want singers, but finger snappers, slappers
The wickeder the dapper rapper's 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 give a heck, but I don't peck on a
You pull cards, you're a dead deck, bed check
Lead my tec, come and step up and get your head red
Wait a sec, you to see what's left?
I gotta catch my breath, slayed
or played Jeff to the left
And of you nitwits can get with this hit shit
You dipstics, even kiss, but no lipstick
I don't run a but a mile to bust a child
Big ol snappy happy rappers smile like Pyle
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 BANG, just like the ricochet rapid
Grab it, your sound is just like a lady baby,
you're old as Grady, still in the 80's, born in Haiti
I pop to the top, now the hip-hop glock pop
Whenever it drops, I run over rappers at the 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, I'll send my venom in em
You ain't win em cause he got a women's momentum
And I don't wanna hear from queer
Cause one of these niggaz just doesn't belong
My rhymes are like the millimeter Beretta
anything rappers could do yo I could do it better

"The K the the L the G-R-A-P letters"
"My mic sound nice, two"
"The K the double-O the L the 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You're out of date, you must be the Show, I hate those
puttin on the slow, uh-oh, better get Maaco
Dead-on, collision, bad decision
You see me nigga you better check your vision
It ain't 20/20 money silly bunny your
Your ass'll get smashed just like a crash dummy
Retire, an MC that Oscar Meyer could
Some of you rappers just play anyway
B-O-L-O-G-N-A
So come and swing wild, mild child, and get your style
HEY HEY HEY! Should I say Fatter than Albert
Play at your own risk, if you diss, got a lotta hot
cold, better go and sip on some Swiss Miss
Inner city, actin like bitties, you're
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 shoulda let me
'fore crash, now ass is in a bodycast
Everytime I put out my records and
Motherfuckers go like this was Planet of the Apes
I bust em like cherries and lay down, bitches purchase tickets
to ride the and sit down it like a Greyhound
Down with the actin like killers, as good as wooden soldiers
See niggaz, you ain't even Guerillas
Bass in your face, stingin mace
I'm bringin the right taste, hangin like
up the pace