Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Gymnastics

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

baby c'mon
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 double nine to the four, gotta keep em on the
and put some lyrics back in the hardcore
I'm used to hearin', I can't believe it's gone
But now just like a inside 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 lives, Kane with the pen
Is like with the glove full of knives

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

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

Your image is a damn sham
I'm glad in this business I forget who I am
I remain 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
battles I don't lose none, boy you get bruised son
Six million ways to die, one

My rap style is like a poisonous
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 it to your face, with the bass, then I blow
A off the map, with the rap, when I flow
Then hit you with the that is ill, and I know
That all of this is good to go, yo

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

I flip on the flow on the track, just like
Amazin' the people the of the rapppin', is quite 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 bite

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

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

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

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

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

I mad MC's 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 your

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

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