Luyện nghe bài hát Listen Up

Listen up, check it, E-Rule's to wreck it
?? ?? in more reverse I got the when I freak it
unique wits ?? seek it
Diapharetic in the
More than motion draws up kinetic, bein' combined the vibe
Not a transcribe, though they tried
I jot down ?? I rock the whole jam
know the program, identical to no man
When I get who is he my formula rhymes
In parallel in perfect, mics to short circuit
Hark, it's it I'm on the brink of blowin' up, y'all
Examine hits however they fall mics in flight
Graphic I grabs it, gab with forms of this sort
Words I comports with no but's or if's
Laid on the reel, eventually the build
I bag a ?? of the ?? ism, ill and
When I feel I grow shrubs over dubs indulgin' buds
Maybe 4-20 hits on the elements of green
the word? Travel more than six-third
Niggas in mad to build upon the scene for the time bein'
down to ? God, what's the catch
Knows I freak a sketch, got a panoramic view
Plus I'm true, pull no stunts on the or you're through
That's a fact, future flung by the tongue
to what the God brung, listen up

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"Listen!"
"Listen up, lend me your ear, and stare.."
"Listen!"
"Listen up, lend me ear, stop and stare.."
"Listen!"
"Listen up, lend me ear, stop and stare.."
"Listen!"

Flip I'm baggin' your click, mark my words - see you never
You wouldn't at all if you had heard my skills
in my unit rip rhymes to flow fluent
Manifest my style
Be direct from the West I flare form and dare to test
Try and press, I ?? the stress, more or
Marvelous my drifts, I stride boroughs through the
When I shift my zone, got melodic
Flows I freak course the mic my resource so let me go on and
Live and direct, to a technique, I freak mad mad mystique
I speak, I peak, E-Rule's unique
Fly as well, spark a ?? blastin
Punks are plastic, I'm drastic, ill like
Diggin Afrodonna's in order, no game retain my
Here it is E-Rule I get biz, you know the scene
That you quote, check what I wrote, recaps
No nonsense, here it is in true confound
Swarms gettin warm due to lingo I give em
Like that, you hark to my wis'
Checkin for the God and there it is

Fresh in the mind to thought in writin' rhyme
Born and inclined, I'm jukin' no chimes, Sign of the
I a killin', talkin' willin' got the feelin'
All my skill and functions are modulations as I trends
Meetin' ends with my ?? my God
Got the format, swore that, I wouldn't drop
Now I got props, you heard my chumpie, I slump
See punks are left back, I'm ill like Lefrak, I kick
My tone slick drifts to fit, shit
Darts emerge on a hit
You know foul words you never utter
'Cause you the God's butter
Got my down pat so my sound's fat
from the end of the pound tracks, rip it then max
I beez aloof to the punks, the gimmicks and acts
I got the formula I'm warnin' ya the be mad ill
Expade'in the feel you're feelin', it's that appealin'
Greenbacks I'm reelin', aloof to who be stealin'
I ?? ?? not a or servile
I'm magnanimous, I grow like canibus, never
When I unfold, hope the next man plan to bust gold
My form is, after is, enormous the wordin'
Of is, showin' 'em all what gettin' warm is indeed
Harken as I
E-Rule the appraise 'em all
Got a next level song and I'm gone

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