Luyện nghe bài hát Lickshot

Alright
I want to put your hands together
And to bring on a
bound to lay more dips in your hips
More in your stride
And if you don't dig what's
You got the wrong damn

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

Bo! Lickshot for the blood
Talkin that what not, come and hit on the right spot
Rhyme for the ladies and the fellas
And I only kick the 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, smoke a stog' and then I
And my corn hurts I wear a Dr. Scholl
I make beats, then I hit
Then I build with the to get the addicts off the nod
Grand Puba, and I drop a album
And I'm very nearly really come to droppin shit like
My is bond, so you brothers better move on
You brought your wack style, 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 like it and easy
nuttin changed, I still wear my hair peasy
I to dig it, that's how we done done dug it
I tend to for all the ones who like to wig it

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

time around

Check, I get boom service just room service
And I jump upon a stage I'm not a bit nervous
I kick the reel to rell, I never to jail
Oops maybe one but I had a good time
I keep my saggin, I'm never lolligaggin
Niggaz try to copy this they on the
I my thing I do I pull a hamstring and then I call a old fling
Spike her and tell her, Do the Right Thing
Ron do the rap, Alamo'll do the overdub
'Fore we hit these 40's G, we 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 back in, history, the Son
Was a, man
Way in, history, the Prodigal Son
Was a, man

Sing it baby, ha ha ha, it
No skid row, can't get a show
to kick a new flow, and make the dough y'know?
I'm a Pisces I to drink iced teas
I'm a with all the pieces
Or the with the Joy, ten years from a boy
When I 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 like Hammer
Honey ask Hammer, can he speak Puba's
I can a leg if I want to, but I don't want to
Cause that's my dancers do
Now I give the man his props
But when it comes to micraphones, c'mon, give me Hobbes
I won't diss the next 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
Puba, for those who came late
You try to step to this, I'll end up-state
is bond, let's move on and on and on
Here we go, we go, here we go, here we go
Big up to my Now Rule
All the cool ones, not the fool
And we gon' it like this for the year ninety-two
Big up to my man, K
Big up to my cousin
And and allathat
This is how we gon' move this yo, is bond
S.D., in the
Definitely pumpin the shit this
And is how we gon' do it yo
Knowledge
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