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

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

[big daddy
Nobody move, nobody get
And I won't have to do no-body
The minute I come on and take position
A demolition, where catch a bad decision, huh
I start to swingin it, my bad thing in it
Soon as I start flingin it, girls'll clingin it
start singin it, noise oh I'm bringin it
To show and to to the people
The man that is the king in it
Cause I the cake like hostess
No, not the one you wanna 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 pizazz and yet
The flavor to jam and slam the
I the script like nobody can
It's like they lack the crowd to get
And raw all the brothers who smothered the mic
They're frank with force, cause you know, kane off
See me and the mic go together neighbors
And if too fast, here's a slower 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 microphone to
Buck buck, and tuff, and a little bit raggamuffin
For a rapper that try to battle will stress me
You shouldn't me cause you can't impress me
So test me, boy, I say you better move over
Yeah, yeah, huh
people tried to say I fell off
He r&b, now his rap is all soft
But if you say that on stage, I'll you wrong
And wax that ass, off a love song
Cause with the street in all 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 you're comin in the zone
no man, can withstand, or hold his own
I burn a rapper so bad that it
if you put a condom on the mic that I use
That protect ya, I still can effect ya
Cause I flip the script, a movie director
I'm makin the non-believers believe I'm dishin up
And people that's fans, will be air conditioners
Why golly gee, I'm the
The power to maintain, and sustain, I'm righteous
In other words, by knowledge and
You gotta say God bless, and I don't when I sneeze
A black man, you I got, soul
For the track and sparkin the mic that I hold
Not just been for the fellas so for the ladies
I forget you.. mm-wah *kiss sound*
A lot of rappers today, know how to
Also, a lot of amateurs pro
But if I ask for the mic at your
Aiyyo, I you better let it go!
Cause I go in a rage on
The rap it stops til I get my props
And if you know my style, well look here my friend
You saw _faces of death_? hehe 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 of combat, my competition scat
Pockets stay fat, oh yeah, I'm alllll that
The one like 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" *