Luyện nghe bài hát Orange Pineapple Juice

Hand me a little bit of umm, pineapple juice
I'ma sip on it, it out
I got a rhyme, you got a
But my rhyme is better 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, get they p's and
Peep the maneuver, how the heim-lich
I rhyme sick and you can get the duck,
I'm the shit, you're out of luck, tough
I'm the act to follow, housing like ronald
Mac like donald goines, flows I change coins
Choyoyoyyoyoyyng, choyoyoyyyyng,
I a crowd like blood with the 'pint of' technique
And everybody be like, "yeah!"
Cause near a nig dat'll say 'whoomp, there it is'
I'm a mom on section 8, over-bearing kids
they be like, "com-mon!" that's my muhfucka true
Youse a hamburger, i'ma
me to lettuce ketchup, knowin you can't cut the mustard
So the beef, jerky?
I'm as worthy as james, not that good names
But I do remember your face from someplace is one taste
Of chicago, we got mo' many mo' mo' many mo' flavors
Don't just come to me, go ask thy takin niggaz

On the tundra, cause "they're plain, 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 grand a finale
I'm goin back to cali (why? ) cause cali got 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,
side, rock on and
The west side, we gotta on and
Hey yo chicago, we gotta on and
The coast, you gotta rock on and
The west coast, you rock on and
Ah south, you gotta rock on and
it... "now you can go!"
Mister pussy emcee, just get on
Get on gone, you mc!
Steppin to me, them dirty feet you'll get defeated
Like kunta kinte, I'm kin to, align
My great, great, done been through
So much it's in my to be a ill nigga
So I figure like a father... that turn this mutha out
But common you ain't hittin in new
I don't know what you hops, but chief I got tall props
Some cats think I'm six feet I'm so
Some stunts be thinkin I'm six-fo', my shit be like switches
Bitches, ask, why my, britches, sag
I ask the bitches, "why your titties "
Put your nipple to the bottle I rhymes like breastses
I can get down, like pessimist
Ring the alarm, I got like a neck-a-lace
Tell me true statues had to move they to this
Didn't you, you... and it, and it, and it
And it don't stop, it
"gotta crew ya better tell em" --> keith