Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Gymnastics

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

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

One double nine to the four, keep em on the floor
and put some real lyrics in the hardcore
What I'm used to hearin', I believe it's gone
But now just like a inside Burger King, the beef is on

When I come, begin to speak in degrees
I even make sisters with voices in the knees
So run for your lives, with the pen
Is Freddy with the glove full of knives

Who wanna these skills, come see how it feels
I pull you one verse, if that don't kill I got
You do me none, kid you gets nothin'
If my rhymes was in braille, you still couldn't 'em

Man, I'm a bad cat, my of rap is mad fat
And you know, sometimes so sad that
Rappers be comin' as the gangster rhyme type
And be so soft, they wouldn't even time right

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

whole image is a damn sham
I'm glad in this business I forget who I am
I always remain the Kane inside a
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 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 crush MC's, are you me?
If rappers 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, with the rap, when I
Then hit you with the 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 accordin' to the
The style 'cause that is where I'm from
You want the so let me give you some

I flip on the flow on the track, just like
the people 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 that

The Operator is mellow with the saxophone
Settin' the tone that make the girls relax and
all the ladies I'm givin' 'em lots of love
Hittin' more skins than a glove, good God

The girls treat me like the and give me some
From tall to short to thick, the slimmie ones
Watch out Goldie! Gimme a forty ounce of E
And of you players can control me

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

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

I get G, and set it on your whole damn company
And Bogart, like my name was
I get through, there'll be no more 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

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

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