Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Gymnastics

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

Yeah baby
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 double nine to the four, gotta keep em on the
and put some lyrics back in the hardcore
What I'm used to hearin', I can't believe gone
But now just like a grill inside King, the beef is on

When I come, rappers begin to in degrees
I even sisters with voices weak in the knees
So run for your lives, Kane the pen
Is like Freddy with the glove of knives

Who wanna test skills, come see how it feels
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 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 gangster type
And be so soft, wouldn't even kill time right

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

Your whole image is a sham
I'm glad in this business I didn't 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
that battles I lose none, boy you get bruised son
Six million ways to die, one

My rap is like a poisonous venom
We might as well be havin' sex, the way I put it in em
And do I MC's, are you kiddin' me?
If were 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
Then hit you with the skill that is ill, and I
That all of this is good to go, yo

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

I flip on the flow on the track, like that
Amazin' the people the style of the rapppin', is 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
Hittin' more skins than a glove, good God

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

You get the chance to see a true man
With to pay the bills, to make more stacks than
Taller anybody else's stacks it seem
'Cause the get more paper than 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
'Cause is makin' a comeback, like Puma's

I get rough G, and set it on your whole damn
And Bogart, like my name was
When I get through, 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 leave you down on knees, down on your knees

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

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