Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Gymnastics

Do you know, what you're goin
Do you like style of rap that I'm showin you?
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 double nine to the four, keep em on the floor
and put some real lyrics back in the
What I'm used to hearin', I believe it's gone
But now just like a grill Burger King, the beef is on

When I come, rappers to speak in degrees
I even make 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 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 was in braille, you still 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, they wouldn't even kill right

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

Your whole image is a damn
I'm glad in this business I forget who I am
I remain the Kane inside a battle
Never to walk in shadow

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

My rap style is like a poisonous
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, with the rap, I flow
hit you with the skill that is ill, and I know
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 that is where I'm from
You the funk so let me give you some

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

The Smooth is mellow with the saxophone
Settin' the tone that the girls relax and moan
'Cause all the I'm givin' 'em lots of love
Hittin' more skins a boxing glove, good God

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

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

The unforgettable, rhymes are too
Keep rappers in order more letters put alphabetical
And I hope the record consumers 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 was Humphrey
I get through, there'll be no more of them
As many rappers I burnt, I 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 down on knees, down on your knees

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

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