Luyện nghe bài hát Orange Pineapple Juice

Hand me a little bit of umm, orange juice
sip on it, check it out
I got a rhyme, you got a
But my rhyme is than yours
(repeat 2x)
U-a-c, get they p's and
No i.d., be his p's and
The late show, they get p's and
Professanots, they get p's and
Peep the maneuver, how the heim-lich
I sick and you can get the duck, coon
I'm the shit, you're out of luck, tough
I'm the act to follow, housing kids ronald
Mac like donald goines, I change like coins
Choyoyoyyoyoyyng, choyoyoyyyyng,
I draw a crowd like blood with the of' technique
And there be like, "yeah!"
Cause cain't near a nig dat'll say 'whoomp, it is'
I'm like a mom on 8, over-bearing kids
Shit they be like, "com-mon!" that's my true
Youse a hamburger, i'ma
Askin me to ketchup, knowin you can't cut the mustard
So where's the beef,
I'm as worthy as james, not that with names
But I do your face from someplace this is one taste
Of chicago, we got mo' many mo' many mo' mo' flavors
Don't just come to me, go ask thy neighbor-i'm-a-hood niggaz

On the tundra, "they're plain, they're plain" (fantasy island)
I'm on a plateau is fat so
just a fan-tasy, for the fans to see
How I land, I'm like a finale
I'm goin back to (why? ) cause cali got bitches check it
Aiyyo this is a sickness
Dee-da-da-da-doo-doo, dee-da-da,
Dee-da-da-da-doo-doo, dee-da-da,
South side, on and
The side, we gotta rock on and
Hey yo chicago, we rock on and
The east coast, you rock on and
The coast, you gotta rock on and
Ah down south, you rock on and
it... "now you can go!"
Mister pussy emcee, get on gone
Get on gone, you mc!
Steppin to me, them dirty feet you'll get defeated
Like kunta kinte, I'm kin to, crew
My great, great, grandpap been through
So much it's in my to be a ill nigga
So I figure like a father... that i'ma turn mutha out
But common you ain't hittin in new
I don't know what you thought hops, but I got tall props
Some cats think I'm six feet I'm so
Some stunts be I'm six-fo', my shit be hittin like switches
Bitches, ask, why my, britches, sag
I ask the bitches, "why your titties "
Put your nipple to the I bust rhymes like breastses
I can get down, d-d-d-down pessimist
Ring the alarm, I got charm a neck-a-lace
Tell me true statues had to they neck to this
you, didn't you... and it, and it, and it
And it don't stop, it
"gotta crew ya tell em" --> keith murray