Luyện nghe bài hát Orange Pineapple Juice

Hand me a little bit of umm, orange pineapple
I'ma sip on it, it out
I got a rhyme, you got a
But my is better than yours
(repeat 2x)
U-a-c, they get p's and
No i.d., be his p's and
The late show, get they 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 shit out of luck,
I'm the act to follow, housing kids like
Mac like donald goines, flows I like coins
Choyoyoyyoyoyyng, choyoyoyyyyng,
I a crowd like blood with the 'pint of' technique
And everybody be like, "yeah!"
cain't near a nig dat'll say 'whoomp, there it is'
I'm like a mom on section 8, over-bearing
Shit they be like, "com-mon!" my muhfucka true
Youse a hamburger, fudrucker
Askin me to lettuce ketchup, knowin you cut the mustard
So where's the beef,
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' many mo' many mo'
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 that is fat so
It's a fan-tasy, for the fans to see
How I land, I'm grand like a
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 rock on and
Hey yo chicago, we gotta on and
The coast, you gotta rock on and
The west coast, you gotta 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, with them feet you'll get defeated
Like kinte, I'm kin to, align crew
My great, great, grandpap been through
So much it's in my hemoglobin to be a ill
So I figure like a father... that i'ma turn this out
But you ain't hittin in new york
I don't what you thought hops, but chief I got tall props
cats think I'm six feet I'm so deep
Some stunts be thinkin I'm six-fo', my shit be hittin like
Bitches, ask, why my, britches, sag
I ask the bitches, "why your titties "
Put your nipple to the bottle I bust like breastses
I can get down, d-d-d-down like
Ring the alarm, I got charm like a
Tell me true statues had to they neck to this
Didn't you, you... and it, and it, and it
And it stop, bust it
"gotta crew ya better em" --> keith murray