Luyện nghe bài hát No Equal

(Number One
Competition is none) -->

[ VERSE 1: ]
got me steamin, bout to flip my lid
Fuck around, and I to blow your back out, kid
(Boom!) Not to say I'm on a tip
But my hand stays on my gun, in case you some shit
Cause I been rhymin since way back
Straight up and from the is how it's always been
Now punk niggas wanna me
But all that tongue-twistin shit don't impress me
It's just a phase, and you know damn
That you'll fall off in a minute, that shit don't sell
how you think you could surpass me, or outlast me
With that style, you're fallin fast, gee
See, I suggest you go back where you from
(Your mic, and my mic) on, don't play, son
See, the days of dues is over
I'm a little fed up, and it's time I show ya
We one time, you're dead, no sequel
(Your mic, and my mic - come on yo, no equal) -->

You know number one
is none

[ VERSE 2: Les ]
The Psycho Les drops it like a lunatic
Steady back-breakin with my super dick
Hat's on the jim, I nut in em
St. Ides fucks up eyes, and I bend em
Down, while I'm flowin to this sound
Open up the knapsack, check out what we
H-h-horns, bass,
Beats get chopped in the Nut Shop, we don't waste
Yo, I'm 'cold lampin' Flavor
at the top while you're sick, and 'nothin can save ya'
Just like the Biz
Remember - uugh! - styles I to be, what is it?
(The shizzit) Word to your
I bend your girl a comma
Due to Lambada, I think I
Stop, the bitch said, "(???)"
So I nutted, and I got out
(Boom!) No matter how hot you claim to be, you roast this
Nut, up? You wanna get eaten up like a hostess?
'Cup', 'cake', you know my are lethal
(Your mic, and my mic - on yo, no equal)

[ 3: Fashion (Al' Tariq) ]
Every I connect, my literature's perfect
Per minute, per second, and yo, you gotta
On with Fashion, cause by the way I'm rippin
Whoever thinks I take a has hamstrings
dames, I shoot em and Jimmy aims to knock her
Sex with this flex, thing tends to lock up
Yeah, really bad ass, smokin you niggas
The I stick shit with, I love your figures
Triggers, I em with no remorse for bodies
pumps the hotties, chumps pump with shoties
Shoot em up, bang-bang! Miss rarely
I touch up, I fucks em daily
Barely another who can test the cool
Asses I kick in the ashes, trashes
So don't riff, I flow swift like the Nile, son
is for plain Jane fame, I'm a wild one
Auto-matic-ly I let the
MC-i-n-g force in me
Cool Fash, sendin a blast to rap
(Your mic, and my mic - on yo, no equal)