Luyện nghe bài hát Lickshot

Alright
I want y'all to put your together
And to on a brother
That's bound to lay dips in your hips
More in your stride
And if you dig what's next
You got the wrong address

coming, he's coming, he's coming
He's coming, coming, he's coming
He's coming, he's coming, he's
He's coming, he's coming, he's
He's coming, he's coming, he's
He's coming, he's coming, coming
He's coming, he's coming, he's
He's coming, he's coming, he's

Bo! Lickshot for the blood
Talkin what not, Puba come and hit on the right spot
Rhyme teller for the and the fellas
And I only kick the flavor for my fellow dwellers
No rock'n'roll, it's just
nuttin changed, I still like to hit the hole
With my pole, smoke a and then I roll
And when my corn hurts I wear a Dr.
I beats, then I hit sheets
Then I build the Gods to get the addicts off the nod
Grand Puba, and I drop a yearly
And I'm very nearly really come to droppin shit daily
My knowledge is bond, so you better move on
You brought your style, come play the horn
Puba Maxwell, not on the Hollywood tip
Here comes a more than, 2 Legit to Quit
I'm not sleazy but I it nice and easy
Ain't nuttin changed, I wear my hair peasy
I like to dig it, that's how we done dug it
I tend to work for all the ones who to wig it

I got a I want to tell you, I like to tell it like it is

Second time

Check, I get boom service just like room
And when I upon a stage I'm not a bit nervous
I kick the to rell, I never been to jail
maybe one time but I had a good time
I keep my pants saggin, I'm never
Niggaz try to copy they on the bandwagon
I shake my thing I do I pull a hamstring and I call a old fling
Spike her and tell her, Do the Right Thing
Ron Studda do the rap, do the overdub
we hit these 40's G, we gotta get some grub
Grand Puba, Let me a breather
Get you hot like a fever, you'll be slammin
So don't bother, the new Godfather
Tell godson that Grand Puba is the one

Way in, history, the Prodigal Son
Was a, man
Way in, history, the Prodigal Son
Was a, man

it baby, ha ha ha, bust it
No more skid row, can't get a
Time to kick a new flow, and make the y'know?
I'm a I like to drink iced teas
I'm a Reese's all the pieces
Or the with the Joy, ten years from a boy
When I work out go see Roy's
to thirty three, where Stud lives
You won't the Puba doin nothin negative
Now honey don't like me I won't dance like Hammer
Honey ask Hammer, can he Puba's grammar?
I can a leg if I want to, but I don't want to
Cause that's what my do
Now I the next man his props
But when it to micraphones, c'mon, give me mine Hobbes
I won't diss the next to be great that's not my trade
But brother, ain't a brother, word to the mother
Or to the father, you wanna try to see this
Don't even
Grand Puba, for who came late
You try to to this, then I'll end up-state
Word is bond, move on and on and on
Here we go, we go, here we go, here we go
Big up to my Now brothers
All the cool ones, not the ones
And we gon' move it like for the year ninety-two
Big up to my man, K
Big up to my Jeff
And and allathat
is how we gon' move this yo, word is bond
S.D., in the
Definitely pumpin the shit this
And this is how we do it yo
Knowledge
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