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?

Yeah baby
Ah baby c'mon, check the rhyme to the song
Uhh, aw baby 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 some lyrics back in the hardcore
What I'm used to hearin', I believe it's gone
But now just like a grill inside King, the beef is on

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

Who wanna test these skills, come see how it
I pull you one verse, if don't kill I got refills
You can't do me none, kid you 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, it's so sad that
Rappers today be comin' as the gangster type
And be so soft, they wouldn't even time right

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

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

I do my own thing, I do a of my own
And with my competition I let it be
that I don't lose none, boy you get bruised son
Six million to die, choose 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 crush MC's, are you me?
If were grapes, I'd have a whole wine distillery

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

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

I flip on the on the track, just like that
the people the style of the rapppin', is quite 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 with the saxophone
Settin' the tone that make the girls relax and
'Cause all the I'm givin' 'em lots of love
Hittin' more skins a boxing glove, good God

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

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

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

I get rough G, and set it on your whole damn
And Bogart, my name was Humphrey
I get through, there'll be no more of them
As rappers I burnt, I should open a crematorium

I make mad give me my P's
If you try to disrespect, kid you can get
N-U-T's, like the
I leave you down on your knees, down on knees

Razor sharp, many of art
Source rings the chart, people the God
For the flows so fantastic and this 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 c'mon, and I'm gone