Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Gymnastics

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

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

One nine to the four, gotta keep em on the floor
and put some lyrics back in the hardcore
I'm used to hearin', I can't believe it's gone
But now just like a grill 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 your lives, Kane 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 don't I got refills
You can't do me none, kid you gets
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
today be comin' as the gangster rhyme type
And be so soft, wouldn't even kill time right

the news, you lettin' the word hardcore be misused
You never paid dues
Be for real, you tough yet
The razor bumps on your throat is the only thing makin' you a

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

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 ways to die, choose one

My rap style is like a 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 a whole wine distillery

So, I bring it to your face, with the bass, 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 this is good to go, yo

the way the flavor always come
The rhymes they accordin' to the drum
The Brooklyn 'cause that 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 and shootin' the gat, on the mic black
And this is for all of the rappers like, and they bite that

The Smooth Operator is mellow with the
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 girls me like the drummer and give me some
From tall to short to thick, the slimmie ones
Watch out Goldie! Gimme a forty of Olde E
And of you players can control me

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

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

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

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 leave you on your knees, down on your knees

Razor sharp, ways of art
Source rings the chart, people the God
For kickin' the flows so fantastic and this one
We're callin' it Gymnastics

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