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

[Kool G.
than Gotti, in tone
Got a harder than Flintstone
Your got her skins boned
I'm her down with my skintone
It's Brown-er than Bobby humpin is my hobby
Down in the end zone, with mens, that made her friends
Listen and learn and turn on your tuners if he
? ? I break, bang zoom, like
I want singers, but finger snappers, speaker slappers
The wickeder rapper the dapper when I flap my trapper
Got ass gassed by Amoco, you know you ain't man to go
up, head up, so I set up to slam a hoe
I don't a heck, but I don't peck on a redneck
You wanna cards, you're a dead deck, bed check
Lead my from tec, come and step up and get your red
Wait a sec, you to see what's left?
I gotta catch my breath, slayed
or played like Jeff to the
And none of you nitwits can get with this hit
You dipstics, even Miss kiss, but no
I don't run a style but a mile to bust a
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 King
I pop bad cops, I got a pig a day
bing BANG, just like the ricochet rapid
Grab it, your sound is just a lady baby, maybe
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 your best say, who, like owls
Pass me a towel, and I'ma move my bowels all his vowels
ten men, then I'll send my venom in em
You ain't gonna win em cause he got a momentum
And I wanna hear from this queer
Cause one of these niggaz just belong here
My rhymes are the nine millimeter Beretta
Cause anything rappers could do yo I could do it

"The K the double-O the L the letters"
"My mic nice, check two"
"The K the double-O the L the 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 the Ripper
Some I'm pullin the zipper
Finger popped, the the batter or flipper
You're out of date, you must be the Late Show, I hate
puttin on the slow, uh-oh, better get Maaco
Dead-on, head-on collision, bad
You wanna see me nigga you better check vision
It ain't 20/20 money silly bunny your
Your ass'll get just like a crash test dummy
Retire, an MC that Meyer could take
Some of you wacky just play anyway
that's
So come and swing wild, mild child, and get your hurt
HEY HEY HEY! Should I say it's Fatter Albert
Play at your own risk, if you diss, got a hot groups
cold, better go and sip on some Swiss Miss
Inner city, actin bitties, you're 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 shoulda let me
'fore crash, now that ass is in a
Everytime I put out my and tapes
go bananas like this was Planet of the Apes
Grapes I bust em like cherries and lay down, bitches tickets
to ride the dick and sit down it a Greyhound
with the clowns actin like killers, as good as wooden soldiers
See niggaz, you ain't Magilla Guerillas
Bass in your face, stingin mace
I'm bringin the right taste, hangin like
up the pace