Luyện nghe bài hát Mcs Come & Mcs Go

"shaquita your at the door, shaquita your mother's at my door
She said you shoulda home at 11:30, she's at my door"

Check it out party in the house we wanna set the party off right
Right about now, with the underground mc in the game, that's
Right it's bumpy knuckles baby, and we came to show you the flow
Part of what we're to do today, so if you ready throw your hands
In the air while we freak it thi, thi, thi, thi- thi- thi thi this

1]
Clap your and stomp your feet
While we rock to the of the bumpy beat, the bumpy beat
You never heard me flow this
So I thought that I would do it to let you know
I'm still nice my m I c
I still put the niggas on I c e
I'm with guru and dj premier
I'd to thank y'all both for bringin me here
Now, back to the business you clappin your hands
It's a while since you've seen a real mc
niggas make me feel thin
With all these around wit it's
rockin with the best
I live a hard life, I wear a hard knock vest
Wanna give me a hard test
I have little kids screamin
I'm so that after me
You a will smith song to appreciate life
I'm like in tibet
Fuck the bald boy I want the, the, the mic
take it back to union square
Can I the mic and mc in here
Well if so start class
Pharoah say rub on titties bumpy say rub on your ass

Mcs and mcs go
I'm one of the few mcs left with mc
So mcs come in, mcs know
If they mc then they got to go
Now light it up now ho...
it deep inside your body and breathe...
Let it out

2]
Rock rock y'all I give it to the thugs
So they can bring it inside the and spread it out to everybody
"yo bumpy look" omigod, is this
Got your in your pocket tryin to hide that icy wrist
Now did you I would miss, all that glitter and jewel
you know I rob a nigga, just too well
"it's not bumpy" do tell
I if I stick this knife in yo' ass would they hear you yell
It's nice to a nigga before you get on stage
And him standing in the crowd still cheering you and shit
I'm y'all, like gretzky and ice ball
fuck scary spice not once but twice y'all
I rocked in london and the crowd was
knucks is the mc that we be feelin
Hennesey was a popular and it still is
Look what it to arnold and willis
The heads gon feel this
My mic is kinda like my jag only I wheel this
Now let's take it back to union
Can I grab the mic and it hot in here
Well if so let's make it hot to the beat y'all, and you stop

3]
Keep it on y'all, to the funky
hate me baby you can hump me now
All the in the house that's sick and tired of sayin ow
Take just one and ask these rap niggas how
They can get on and rap like that
How you expect to get pussy the show with crap like that
I bring the element, I remember an elephant
When selling crack and was not so relevent
But are harder than blind man's chest
Big up my man big l, in peace he rests
not many niggas spittin like it used to be
So i'ma around here y'all get used to me
All the gangstas in the with they separate crews
When corporate ass kissers gon accept the news
That black get nothing but the blues
And we lost at the white back in the fifties and sixty two
I to school, and I spit at mcs
Until they spin 360 and then they pass out
Not gas out, and I'm not
While the hoes is still jockin and your is still boppin
I flinch, don't fuck you and keep the bed
Jump from ass to ass so I I'm hip hoppin
Now let's take it back to union
Can I grab the mic and mc in
if so let's keep it tight
While the real mcs take control of mic