Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Gymnastics

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

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

One nine to the four, gotta keep em on the floor
and put some real lyrics in the hardcore
What I'm used to hearin', I can't it's gone
But now just a grill inside Burger King, the beef is on

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

Who test these skills, come see how it feels
I pull you one verse, if that don't I got refills
You can't do me none, kid you 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, sometimes it's so sad
Rappers today be comin' as the rhyme type
And be so soft, they wouldn't even time right

Here's the news, you the word hardcore be misused
You ain't paid dues
Be for real, you ain't yet
The razor bumps on your is the only thing makin' you a ruffneck

Your whole image is a sham
I'm glad in this business I didn't who I am
I always the Kane inside a battle
Never to walk in anyone's

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

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

So, I bring it to face, with the bass, then I blow
A rapper off the map, with the rap, when I
Then hit you with the skill is ill, and I know
all of this is good to go, 'cause yo

That's the way the always come
The rhymes they flow to the drum
The Brooklyn style that is where I'm from
You want the funk so let me give you

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

The Operator is mellow with the saxophone
Settin' the tone that the girls relax and moan
'Cause all the ladies I'm givin' 'em lots of
more skins than a boxing glove, good God

The treat me like the drummer and give me some
From tall to short to thick, even the ones
Watch out Goldie! Gimme a forty 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 stacks than
Taller anybody else's stacks it seem
'Cause the Kane get more paper than a fax

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

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

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

Razor sharp, ways of art
Source the chart, people praise the God
For kickin' the so fantastic and this one here
callin' it Lyrical Gymnastics

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