Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Gymnastics

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

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

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

When I come, begin to speak in degrees
I make sisters with voices weak in the knees
So run for your lives, with the pen
Is like Freddy with the glove full of

Who wanna test these skills, come see how it
I pull you one verse, if that kill I got refills
You do me none, kid you gets nothin'
If my rhymes was in braille, you still touch 'em

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

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

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

I do my own thing, I do a of my own
And with my competition I let it be
battles I don't lose none, boy you get bruised son
Six million ways to die, 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 crush MC's, are you me?
If rappers were grapes, I'd a whole wine distillery

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

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

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

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

The girls treat me like the drummer and me some
tall to short 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 chance to see a mack man
With skills to pay the bills, to make more than
Taller than anybody else's stacks it
the Kane get more paper than a fax machine

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

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

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

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

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