Luyện nghe bài hát No Equal

(Number One
Competition is none) -->

[ VERSE 1: ]
Niggas got me steamin, to flip my lid
Fuck around, and I proceed to 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 when
Straight up and from the heart is how it's been
Now punk wanna test me
But all that tongue-twistin shit don't impress me
It's a phase, and you know damn well
That you'll off in a minute, cause that shit don't sell
Funny how you think you could surpass me, or me
With that bullshit style, fallin fast, gee
See, I suggest you go back where you came
(Your mic, and my mic) on, don't play, son
See, the days of payin is over
I'm a fed up, and it's time that I show ya
We battle one time, dead, no sequel
(Your mic, and my mic - on yo, no equal) --> Q-Tip

You we're number one
is none

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

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