Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Gymnastics

Do you know, what you're goin
Do you like this style of rap I'm showin you?
The way I flow for you, do you

baby c'mon
Ah baby baby c'mon, the rhyme to the song
Uhh, aw yeah c'mon
Ah baby c'mon, and check the rhyme to the song

One nine to the four, gotta keep em on the floor
and put some lyrics back in the hardcore
What I'm used to hearin', I believe it's gone
But now just like a grill inside Burger King, the is on

When I come, rappers to speak in degrees
I even make sisters with voices in the knees
So run for lives, Kane with the pen
Is like with the glove full of knives

Who wanna these skills, come see how it feels
I pull you one verse, if don't kill I got refills
You do me none, kid you gets nothin'
If my rhymes was in braille, you still couldn't 'em

Man, I'm a bad cat, my of rap is mad fat
And you know, it's so sad that
Rappers be comin' as the gangster rhyme type
And be so soft, they wouldn't even kill time

Here's the news, you lettin' the hardcore be misused
You never paid dues
Be for real, you ain't yet
The razor bumps on your is the only thing makin' you a ruffneck

Your whole is a damn sham
I'm glad in this I didn't forget who I am
I always remain the Kane a battle
Never to in anyone's shadow

I do my own thing, I do a of my own
And with my I let it be known
that I don't lose none, boy you get bruised son
Six ways to die, choose one

My rap style is like a venom
We as well be havin' sex, the way that I put it in em
And do I MC's, are you kiddin' me?
If rappers were grapes, I'd a whole wine distillery

So, I bring it to your face, with the bass, then I
A off the map, with the rap, when I flow
hit you with the skill that is ill, and I know
That all of this is to go, 'cause yo

That's the way the flavor always
The rhymes they accordin' to the drum
The Brooklyn style 'cause is where I'm from
You want the funk so let me you some

I flip on the flow on the track, just that
Amazin' the people the of the rapppin', is quite fat
I'm lickin' the lyrics and the gat, on the mic black
And is for all of the rappers that like, and they bite that

The Smooth is mellow with the saxophone
Settin' the tone that make the girls and moan
'Cause all the I'm givin' 'em lots of love
Hittin' more than a boxing glove, good God

The girls treat me like the drummer and me some
From tall to to thick, even the slimmie ones
Watch out Goldie! Gimme a ounce of Olde E
And none of you players can me

You get the to see a true mack man
With skills to pay the bills, to make more stacks
Taller than anybody else's stacks it
'Cause the Kane get paper than a fax machine

The unforgettable, are too poetical
Keep rappers in more than letters put alphabetical
And I hope the record consumers don't believe the magazine
'Cause Kane is a comeback, like Puma's

I get G, and set it on your whole damn company
And Bogart, like my name was
When I get through, be no more of them
As many I burnt, I should open a crematorium

I mad MC's give me my P's
If you try to disrespect, kid you can get
N-U-T's, like the
I leave you on your knees, down on your knees

Razor sharp, ways of art
rings the chart, people praise the God
For kickin' the flows so and this one here
We're callin' it Lyrical

Uhh, so baby c'mon
Aw yeah baby c'mon, and check the rhymes to the
Uhh, ah baby c'mon
Suki c'mon, and I'm gone