Luyện nghe bài hát No Equal

(Number One
Competition is none) -->

[ 1: Ju-Ju ]
Niggas got me steamin, bout to 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 you start some shit
Cause I been since way back when
Straight up and from the heart is how always been
Now punk niggas test me
But all tiggedy-tiggedy tongue-twistin shit don't impress me
It's just a phase, and you damn well
That fall off in a minute, cause that shit don't sell
how you think you could surpass me, or outlast me
With that bullshit style, fallin fast, gee
See, I suggest you go where you came from
(Your mic, and my mic) Come on, play, son
See, the days of payin dues is
I'm a fed up, and it's time that I show ya
We one time, you're dead, no sequel
(Your mic, and my mic - come on yo, no equal) -->

You we're number one
is none

[ 2: Psycho Les ]
The wiggedy-wicked Psycho Les it like a lunatic
Steady back-breakin bitches my super dick
on the jim, sometimes I nut in em
St. Ides fucks up their eyes, and I em
Down, I'm flowin to this nutty 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 like Flavor
Floatin at the top while 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 girl like a comma
Due to Lambada, I I gotta
Stop, because the said, "(???)"
So I nutted, and I got out
(Boom!) No how hot you claim to be, you can't 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)

[ VERSE 3: (Al' Tariq) ]
Every I connect, my literature's perfect
Per minute, per second, and yo, you reck-
On Fashion, cause by the way I'm rippin things
thinks I take a loss has hamstrings
Young dames, I shoot em and Jimmy aims to her
Sex with flex, best thing tends to lock up
Yeah, bad ass, smokin past you niggas
The I stick shit with, I love your figures
Triggers, I pull em no remorse for bodies
Fash pumps the hotties, pump with shoties
Shoot em up, bang-bang! Miss rarely
Mics I up, I fucks em daily
Barely another who can test the Fash
I kick in the ashes, dumpin 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, a blast to rap people
(Your mic, and my mic - on yo, no equal)