Luyện nghe bài hát Lickshot

Alright
I want to put your hands together
And to bring on a
That's bound to lay more dips in your
More gliiiiide in your
And if you don't dig next
You got the wrong address

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

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

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

time around

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

Way in, history, the Prodigal Son
Was a, man
Way back in, history, the 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 the dough y'know?
I'm a Pisces I like to iced teas
I'm a with all the pieces
Or the with the Joy, ten years from a boy
I work out Puba go see Roy's
Next to thirty three, where lives
You catch the Puba doin nothin negative
Now honey don't like me cause I won't dance like
Honey ask Hammer, can he speak grammar?
I can shake a leg if I want to, but I want to
that's what my dancers do
Now I the next man his props
But it comes to micraphones, c'mon, give me mine Hobbes
I diss the next brother to be great that's not my trade
But every brother, ain't a brother, to the mother
Or to the father, you wanna try to see this
Don't even
Grand Puba, for those who came
You try to to this, then I'll end up-state
Word is bond, move on and on and on
Here we go, here we go, here we go, we go
Big up to my Now brothers
All the cool ones, not the fool
And we gon' move it this for the year ninety-two
Big up to my man, K
Big up to my cousin
And and allathat
is how we gon' move this yo, word is bond
S.D., in the
Definitely pumpin the like this
And is how we gon' do it yo
Knowledge
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