Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Gymnastics

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

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

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

When I come, rappers begin to in degrees
I even make sisters with 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, see how it feels
I pull you one verse, if that don't kill I got
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, it's so sad that
Rappers today be comin' as the gangster type
And be so soft, they wouldn't even kill right

Here's the news, you lettin' the word be misused
You never 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 damn
I'm glad in this business I forget who I am
I always remain the 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
that battles I lose none, boy you get bruised son
Six million to die, choose one

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

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

the way the flavor always come
The rhymes they flow accordin' to the
The Brooklyn style 'cause is where I'm from
You want the funk so let me you some

I flip on the flow on the track, just like
Amazin' the the style 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 that like, and they bite

The Smooth Operator is mellow the saxophone
Settin' the tone make the girls relax 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 and give me some
tall to short to thick, even the slimmie ones
Watch out Goldie! Gimme a forty ounce of E
And of you players can control me

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

The unforgettable, rhymes are too
rappers in order more than letters put alphabetical
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 damn company
And Bogart, like my name was
When I get through, be no more of them
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, like the
I leave you down on knees, down on your knees

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

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