Luyện nghe bài hát N 2 Gether Now

Who can be the
Look up to the
in the land of the lost
Standin up, I'm
I'm up the path
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the and the charcoal
Lava stamps and brands me a barcode
I'm Dashin all the meteor
Keep the media
As re-enforcements for the
And that with keep John Ghotti on the phone
Tangled in his own I got the on the track
Where the you at?

Let me hear you pigeons run mouth now
the fuck up!
I'm pluggin in them skills
That keep my bills over a million
The time I checked it
Thank God I'm blessed with the mind I wreck it
Wait until the round, I'll knock him out

They me big John stud
My name mud
Dirty flow
Too much for you
That can't the flood
up doc?
Hold big gun Elmer Fudd
The sure
Mr. I'm unplugged

Temperature's too hot for

Playin with minds can get you state
Lock twelve bars from a great mind
Killa bees in the club when ladybug
a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug
Love is love all day 'til both slug
And take another life in blood
feel me?
Cause it's your
Murder is
Crime is
shit different day
Father us
They know not they do
Our do
I'm big easy, ya bigbamboo

What's that, I hear you?
Shut the up!
on a little louder
Shut the up!
Everybody N 2 now
Shut the up!
What?

What's that, I didn't you?
the fuck up!
Come on a little
the fuck up!
Everybody N 2 now
Shut the up!
What?

Headstrong, deadcon, dead by
they dead wrong
get it on
Twelve of throwdown
Who crown?
Protect land with both
Limp
Get around merry-go
What's the
through your stereo
Why it
of the prolific and gifted
Eight essential vitamins and

Word on the is
bit my thesis
Knocked out their front
to taste mine
Actin like heard through the grapevine
Dope fiendin for the
To provide

Hard as nails to the
Where you find monster
She
and Limp Bizkit
Roll on the
Kick a in the speaker
Pull the plug and

Mic
So what's it all
Where we run?
we can meet up on the sun
is advised
For the blood of virgin
on the track with Method
So get the
You get one shot
Until you
I around everything you got
outta nowhere prepare
You'll be by the glare
I you not to stare
Now you're turned stone
a microphone
But don't you forget you're in the
So shut the up!
And that shit back
Cause all your whack
is doodoo
When way down like that
Burnin up your brain a piston
So all those who listen
Never even knew what they missin
And never even that the sky was fallin down
Clan for the crown

What's that, I hear you?
the fuck up!
Come on a louder
the fuck up!
Everybody N2 now
the fuck up!
What?

What's that, I didn't you?
the fuck up!
Come on a louder
the fuck up!
Everybody N 2 now
the fuck up!
What?

It was over head all day every day


Wu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the

Gotta the time
Gotta to rhyme
It ain't easy bein
In a world of cleanliness and you all that other madness
We

Limp Bizkit, Method Man, rock the house y'all, it on