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 double-O the L the letters"
"Sound nice" (cut and scratched)

G. Rap]
Rougher than Gotti, in
Got a body harder Flintstone
Your got her skins boned
I'm her down with my skintone
It's Brown-er Bobby cause humpin is my hobby
Down in the end zone, mens, that made her friends moan
Listen and learn and on your tuners if he looney
? ? I break, zoom, like Honeymooners
I don't want singers, but finger snappers, speaker
The wickeder rapper the dapper rapper's when I my trapper
Got that ass gassed by Amoco, you you ain't man to go
dead up, up, so I set up to slam a hoe
I don't a heck, but I don't peck on a redneck
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 comin to see left?
I catch my breath, rappers slayed
or like Jeff to the left
And none of you nitwits can get with hit shit
You dipstics, even Miss kiss, but no
I run a style but a mile to bust a child
Big ol snappy happy rappers smile like Pyle
Hell, I'm bells with a ding-dong
I play you ping-pong
You swingin on my ding-a-long King
I pop bad cops, I got a pig a day
Bing bing BANG, just like the rapid
Grab it, your sound is just a lady baby, maybe
old as Grady, still in the 80's, metaphors born in Haiti
I pop to the top, now the glock pop rocks
Whenever it drops, I run rappers at the record shop
You name your best I'll say, who, like
Pass me a towel, and I'ma move my all over his vowels
Bring ten men, I'll send my venom in em
You ain't gonna win em he got a women's 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 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 lyrical give me Pillsbury Doughboy
Back, I'm packin em up like Jack the
Some I'm pullin the zipper
popped, the better the batter or flipper
You're out of date, you must be the Late Show, I those
puttin on the brakes slow, uh-oh, get Maaco
Dead-on, collision, bad decision
You wanna see me you better check your vision
It 20/20 money silly bunny your funny
Your ass'll get smashed just like a test dummy
Retire, an MC that Meyer could take
Some of you wacky rappers just anyway
B-O-L-O-G-N-A
So come and swing wild, mild child, and get 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
city, actin like bitties, you're pussy
so kitty kitty, come get some milk from my hoe's titties
Cross at the green not in or get hit G
Red light, light, one two three
Out for the dash, but in the flash, you let me pass
crash, now that ass is in a bodycast
Everytime I put out my and tapes
Motherfuckers go like this was Planet of the Apes
Grapes I bust em like cherries and lay down, purchase tickets
to the dick and sit down it like a Greyhound
Down with the clowns like killers, as good as wooden soldiers
See niggaz, you ain't even Guerillas
Bass in your face, like mace
I'm the right taste, hangin like waist
Pick up the