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

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

[big kane]
Nobody move, get hurt
And I won't to do no-body work
The minute I come on stage and take
A demolition, where catch a bad decision, huh
I start to swingin it, my bad thing in it
Soon as I start it, girls'll start clingin it
People'll start it, noise oh I'm bringin it
To show and to prove to the
The man that really is the in it
Cause I take the like hostess
No, not the one you wanna play post with
Warm it up kane, warm as a
the microphone and do a nigga somethin awful
I give him the rhythm-a-jazz finesse and yet
The flavor to jam and the land
I flip the script nobody can
It's like lack the crowd to get live
And raw from all the who smothered the mic
They're frank force, cause you know, kane comes off
See me and the mic go like 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, rough and tuff, and a bit raggamuffin
For havin a rapper that try to battle will me
You address me cause you can't 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, I'll prove you
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 advice g
Break out, before there be some sugar honey tea
Cause now comin in the danger zone
no man, can withstand, or hold his own
I burn a rapper so bad it bruise
if you put a condom on the mic that I use
That won't protect ya, I can effect ya
Cause I flip the script, like a director
I'm makin the non-believers what I'm dishin up
And people that's still fans, will be air
Why gee, I'm the hypest
The power to maintain, and sustain, cause I'm
In words, by knowledge and degrees
You gotta say God bless, and I don't mean when I
A black man, you know I got,
For rockin the and sparkin the mic that I hold
Not just been flowin for the fellas so for the
I didn't forget you.. mm-wah *kiss
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!
I go in a rage on stage
The rap it never til I get my props
And if you don't my style, well look here my friend
You saw _faces of death_? yeah yeah aight then
I'm to tell my competition the scoop
I'm breakin down, any soloist or group
And even though, some of them try to souped
When I come on stage, they spread they wings troop
And fly away, I don't play
I slay, okay,
The of combat, my competition scat
Pockets stay fat, oh hells yeah, I'm that
The one they to follow, bite and borrow
Lock my style, just like a rottweiler
So you wanna know the meanin of
like a job for..

* cut n "big daddy" *