Luyện nghe bài hát Mcs Come & Mcs Go

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

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

1]
Clap your hands and stomp feet
While we rock to the of the bumpy beat, the bumpy beat
You heard me flow this slow
So I thought that I do it just to let you know
I'm still nice my m I c
I put the hottest niggas on I c e
I'm with guru and dj premier
I'd like to thank y'all both for me here
Now, to the business while you clappin your hands
It's been a while since seen a real mc
These make me feel thin
With all these around wit it's
rockin with the best
I live a knock life, I wear a hard knock vest
Wanna me a hard knock test
I have your little screamin
I'm so hard that me
You need a smith song to appreciate life
I'm like eddie in
Fuck the head boy I want the, the, the mic
Let's take it to union square
Can I the mic and mc in here
Well if so let's class
Pharoah say rub on your bumpy say rub on your ass

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

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

3]
Keep it on y'all, to the sound
Fuck hate me baby you can me now
All the ladies in the that's sick and tired of sayin ow
just one minute and ask these rap niggas how
They can get on stage and rap that
How you to get pussy after the show with crap like that
I bring the element, I remember an elephant
When selling crack and jewels was not so
But times are harder blind man's chest
Big up my little man big l, in peace he
It's not many niggas like it used to be
So i'ma hang here y'all get used to me
All the gangstas in the house with separate crews
these corporate ass kissers gon accept the news
That black get nothing but the blues
And we lost at the white folks in the fifties and sixty two
I been to school, and I at mcs
Until they spin 360 degrees and then they out
Not gas out, and I'm not
While the hoes is still and your head is still boppin
I flinch, don't fuck you and the bed rockin
Jump from ass to ass so I I'm hip hoppin
Now take it back to union square
Can I the mic and mc in here
Well if so let's keep it
While the mcs take control of this mic