Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Gymnastics

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

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

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

When I come, rappers begin to in degrees
I even make sisters voices weak in the knees
So run for your lives, with the pen
Is like Freddy with the glove 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 couldn't touch 'em

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

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

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

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

My rap style is like a poisonous
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 grapes, I'd have a whole wine distillery

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

That's the way the flavor always
The rhymes they accordin' to the drum
The Brooklyn 'cause 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
Amazin' the the style of the rapppin', is quite fat
I'm the lyrics and shootin' the gat, on the mic black
And this is for all of the rappers that like, and they that

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

The girls me like the drummer and give me some
From tall to short to thick, even the ones
Watch out Goldie! a forty ounce of Olde E
And none of you can control me

You get the chance to see a true man
With skills to pay the bills, to make more 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 than letters put alphabetical
And I the record consumers don't believe the magazine rumors
'Cause Kane is makin' a comeback, like

I get G, and set it on your whole damn company
And Bogart, like my was Humphrey
When I get through, there'll be no more of
As many rappers I burnt, I should open a

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

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

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