Luyện nghe bài hát Looks Like a Job for...

"this is a world and I'm here.."
-> _it's being the kane_

[big kane]
Nobody move, get hurt
And I won't have to do work
The I come on stage and take position
A demolition, where rappers a bad decision, huh
I start to swingin it, my bad thing in it
Soon as I flingin it, girls'll start clingin it
People'll start it, noise oh I'm bringin it
To and to prove to the people
The man that is the king in it
Cause I take the cake hostess
No, not the one you play high post with
Warm it up kane, as a snorkel
Snatch the and do a nigga somethin awful
I give him the rhythm-a-jazz finesse and yet
The flavor to jam and slam the
I flip the script nobody can
It's like they the crowd to get live
And raw all the brothers who smothered the mic
They're frank with force, cause you know, comes off
See me and the mic go together neighbors
And if that's too fast, here's a flavor
You see.. i.. am.. the.. man.. to.. stand.. top.. brand..
No.. band.. at.. hand.. and.. yes I can can, yes I can can
Rip the to shreds
Buck buck, and tuff, and a little bit raggamuffin
For havin a rapper that try to battle will me
You shouldn't address me cause you impress me
So test me, boy, I say you better move over
Yeah, yeah, huh
Many people tried to say I off
He went r&b, now his rap is all
But if you say that on stage, prove you wrong
And wax that ass, off a love song
with the street in all battles I'm still hard
Like a mallet, servin like salad
I'm gonna give you some damn good g
Break out, before there be some sugar honey tea
Cause now comin in the danger zone
There no man, can withstand, or his own
I burn a rapper so bad that it
Even if you put a condom on the mic I use
That won't protect ya, I still can ya
I flip the script, like a movie director
I'm makin the non-believers believe what I'm up
And that's still fans, will be air conditioners
Why golly gee, I'm the
The to maintain, and sustain, cause I'm righteous
In other words, by and degrees
You gotta say God bless, and I don't mean I sneeze
A man, you know I got, soul
For rockin the track and sparkin the mic I hold
Not just been flowin for the fellas so for the
I didn't forget you.. *kiss sound*
A lot of rappers today, know how to
Also, a lot of turned pro
But if I ask for the mic at show
Aiyyo, I think you let it go!
Cause I go in a on stage
The rap it never stops til I get my
And if you know my style, well look here my friend
You saw _faces of death_? yeah yeah aight then
I'm tryin to tell my the scoop
That I'm breakin down, any or group
And even though, some of them try to souped
When I come on stage, they they wings like troop
And fly away, cause I play
I slay, okay,
The king of combat, my competition
stay fat, oh hells yeah, I'm alllll that
The one like to follow, bite and borrow
into my style, just like a rottweiler
So you know the meanin of hardcore?
like a job for..

* cut n "big daddy" *