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)

G. Rap]
Rougher Gotti, in tone
Got a body harder Flintstone
Your girl got her skins
I'm her down with my skintone
It's Brown-er Bobby cause humpin is my hobby
Down in the end zone, with mens, that made her moan
Listen and learn and turn on tuners if he looney
? ? I break, bang zoom, like
I want singers, but finger snappers, speaker slappers
The rapper the dapper rapper's 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 give a heck, but I don't on a redneck
You wanna pull cards, a dead deck, bed check
Lead my from tec, come and up and get your head red
a sec, you comin 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 to bust a child
Big ol snappy happy rappers smile like Gomer
Hell, I'm bells with a ding-dong
I play you ping-pong
You swingin on my ding-a-long Kong
I pop bad cops, I got a pig a day
Bing bing BANG, just like the rapid
Grab it, your sound is like a lady baby, maybe
you're old as Grady, still in the 80's, 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, owls
Pass me a towel, and I'ma my bowels 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 niggaz just doesn't belong here
My rhymes are like the millimeter Beretta
Cause anything rappers 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 slow toy, cheap thrills, no joy
My lyrical skills give me Doughboy
Back, I'm packin em up like 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You're out of date, you must be the Show, I hate those
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 silly bunny your funny
Your ass'll get smashed just a crash test dummy
Retire, an MC that Oscar could take
Some of you rappers just play anyway
B-O-L-O-G-N-A
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 bitties, you're pussy
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
crash, now that ass is in a bodycast
Everytime I put out my and tapes
Motherfuckers go bananas like this was of the Apes
Grapes I bust em like cherries and lay down, bitches purchase
to ride the and sit down it like a Greyhound
Down with the clowns actin killers, as good as wooden soldiers
See niggaz, you ain't even Guerillas
in your face, stingin like mace
I'm bringin the taste, hangin like waist
Pick up the