Luyện nghe bài hát Orange Pineapple Juice

Hand me a little bit of umm, pineapple juice
sip on it, check it out
I got a rhyme, you got a
But my rhyme is better than
(repeat 2x)
U-a-c, they get 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
the maneuver, how bout the heim-lich
I sick and you can get the duck, coon
I'm the shit, you're shit out of luck,
I'm the act to follow, housing like ronald
Mac like donald goines, I change like coins
Choyoyoyyoyoyyng, choyoyoyyyyng,
I draw a crowd like blood the 'pint of' technique
And there be like, "yeah!"
Cause near a nig dat'll say 'whoomp, there it is'
I'm like a mom on section 8, kids
they be like, "com-mon!" that's my muhfucka true
Youse a hamburger, i'ma
Askin me to lettuce ketchup, knowin you cut the mustard
So where's the beef,
I'm as as james, not that good with names
But I do remember your face from someplace this is one
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, 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 got bitches check it
dart 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 west coast, you gotta on and
Ah down south, you gotta 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 kinte, I'm kin to, align crew
My great, great, done been through
So much it's in my to be a ill nigga
So I figure a father... that i'ma turn this mutha out
But common you hittin in new york
I don't know what you hops, but chief I got tall props
Some think I'm six feet I'm so deep
Some stunts be I'm six-fo', my shit be hittin like switches
Bitches, ask, why my, britches, sag
I ask the bitches, "why titties saggin? "
Put nipple to the bottle I bust rhymes like breastses
I can get down, d-d-d-down like
Ring the alarm, I got charm a neck-a-lace
Tell me true statues had to they neck to this
Didn't you, you... and it, and it, and it
And it don't stop, it
"gotta crew ya better em" --> keith murray