Luyện nghe bài hát Mecca & The Soul Brother

VERSE 1: C.L. ]
Okay, you wanna act trife and the script
With your Wonderama drama slash riff
That you're kickin Pele, flows even Bo knows
My versatility capability can simply you

Y to the o-u-n-g, G-to the u-n-s
Let's up, shortie, from the naughty like Saudie
Berry Gordy with a forty gettin papes, oh
you shoot more rounds than an Uzi
Stop the violence, ya can't do me
New York to L.A. say I play
So catch a smooth like a Billie Holiday
You bag me, boy, with a hefty
Train like Rocky but still step to me
So take a hint, money, leave it
And play like Stephanie Mills and 'find a
I never boogaloo with Jacub
We're mixed the tricks in a alphabet stew
I design a army I can reign
But never more beef than Saddam Hussein
The Night Cap, so prepare for a
When I turn your brain into Gai-Pan
Finger-lickin the like there is no other
and the Soul Brother

(Pete & C.L. Smooth) -- Heavy D
and the Soul Brother

(Pete & C.L. Smooth was on stage drinkin Cisco) -- Heavy D

[ 2: C.L. Smooth ]
Schizophrenic, on a I do work
When you lurk with the ceremonial expert
The swinger, the Asiatic acrobatic
Lovable, sing the when I tap it
Save the for Agatha Christie
Gimme a break, better wake Kanisky
I'm not your modern day clichee
Cause I'm here to save you lost souls anyway
Go with the flow the flutes when it exectues
Any comp livin got buried in suits
The limelight, let it confuse you
a _Fantasy Island_ without a Tatoo
The few tend to look for
true, can't buy a knuckle game in the stores
Makin movies like your is Faye Dunaway
To hear the echo in the project's hallway
You a fast break, me no static
But Whipple can't dribble like Magic
I yolk em up in domination, nerds got
The Randall left in shambles
Finger-lickin the papes like there is no
and the Soul Brother

(Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth) -- D
and the Soul Brother

(Pete Rock & C.L. was on stage drinkin Cisco) -- Heavy D

[ 3: C.L. Smooth ]
Let me see..
Rock is like salad dressing
When I toss another
Ready or not, prime after seven
I pull women like a tooth
Without any conversation with Doctor
Makin all the wind with the glamity
'When Doves Cry', and Vanity
Picture the Jane frame on a mantle
Consider me a vandal the can't handle
And never clown downtown Pat Sajack
Popping that yang riffin "Homie don't dat"
So gas the kid to make a movie
While I'm a booty who just love to rock a doobie
though I make petty cash like a beggar
With no I make ???? sweater
So the Night Cap of rappin, no slackin,
Hand clappin, feet tappin Chief and
Could finger-lick the papes like there is no
Mecca and the Soul