Luyện nghe bài hát Orange Pineapple Juice

Hand me a bit of umm, orange pineapple 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 show, they get they p's and
Professanots, get they p's and
the maneuver, how bout the heim-lich
I rhyme 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, flows I change like
Choyoyoyyoyoyyng, choyoyoyyyyng,
I a crowd like blood with the 'pint of' technique
And everybody be like, "yeah!"
Cause cain't a nig dat'll say 'whoomp, there it is'
I'm a mom on section 8, over-bearing kids
Shit they be like, "com-mon!" my muhfucka true
Youse a hamburger, i'ma
Askin me to lettuce ketchup, knowin you can't cut the
So the beef, jerky?
I'm as worthy as james, not good with names
But I do remember your face from someplace is one taste
Of chicago, we got mo' many mo' many mo' many mo'
Don't just come to me, go ask thy takin niggaz

On the tundra, "they're plain, they're plain" (fantasy island)
I'm on a plateau is fat so
It's a fan-tasy, for the fans to see
How I land, I'm grand like a
I'm goin to cali (why? ) cause cali got bitches check it
Aiyyo dart 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 east coast, you rock on and
The west coast, you rock on and
Ah south, you gotta rock on and
it... "now you can go!"
Mister emcee, just get on gone
Get on gone, you mc!
Steppin to me, with them dirty you'll get defeated
Like kunta kinte, I'm kin to, crew
My great, great, grandpap done 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 in new york
I don't know what you thought hops, but chief I got tall
Some cats think I'm six I'm so deep
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 saggin? "
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 statues had to move they neck to this
you, didn't you... and it, and it, and it
And it stop, bust it
"gotta crew ya tell em" --> keith murray