Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Gymnastics

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

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

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

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

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

Here's the news, you the word hardcore be misused
You ain't never paid
Be for real, you tough yet
The razor on your 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 the Kane inside a battle
Never to walk in anyone's

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 name was
When I get through, there'll be no more of
As many rappers I burnt, I open a crematorium

I make mad 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 on your knees, down on your knees

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

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