Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Gymnastics

Do you know, what you're goin
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 baby
Ah baby baby c'mon, and check the rhyme to the

One double to the four, gotta keep em on the floor
and put some real lyrics back in the
What I'm used to hearin', I can't believe gone
But now just like a grill Burger King, the beef is on

When I come, rappers begin to speak in
I even make sisters with voices weak in the
So run for your lives, Kane the pen
Is like with the glove full 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 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 comin' as the gangster type
And be so soft, they wouldn't even kill right

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

Your image is a damn sham
I'm glad in this business I didn't who I am
I always remain the Kane a battle
to walk in anyone's shadow

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

My rap style is like a venom
We might as be havin' 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, the bass, then I blow
A rapper off the map, with the rap, when I
Then hit you with the skill that is ill, and I
That all of this is to go, 'cause yo

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

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

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

The girls treat me the drummer and give me some
From to short to thick, even the slimmie ones
out Goldie! Gimme a forty ounce of Olde E
And none of you can control 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 Kane get more paper a fax machine

The unforgettable, rhymes are too
Keep rappers in order than letters put alphabetical
And I hope the record 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 of them
As many rappers I burnt, I should 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 you down on your knees, down on your knees

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

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