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 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
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, kids like ronald
Mac donald goines, flows I change like coins
Choyoyoyyoyoyyng, choyoyoyyyyng,
I draw a crowd blood with the 'pint of' technique
And there 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!" that's my muhfucka
Youse a hamburger, i'ma
Askin me to lettuce ketchup, knowin you cut the mustard
So the beef, jerky?
I'm as worthy as james, not that good 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, cause "they're plain, 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 like a finale
I'm goin back to (why? ) cause cali 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,
side, rock on and
The side, we gotta rock on and
Hey yo chicago, we gotta on and
The east coast, you gotta on and
The west coast, you rock on and
Ah down south, you 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 feet get defeated
Like kunta kinte, I'm kin to, align
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 common you hittin in new york
I don't what you thought hops, but chief I got tall props
Some 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 rhymes like
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 don't stop, it
"gotta crew ya tell em" --> keith murray