Luyện nghe bài hát Orange Pineapple Juice

Hand me a little bit of umm, orange pineapple
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 late show, they get p's and
Professanots, get they 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 blood with the 'pint of' technique
And there be like, "yeah!"
Cause cain't near a nig dat'll say 'whoomp, 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 can't cut the
So the beef, jerky?
I'm as worthy as james, not that with names
But I do remember face from someplace this is one taste
Of chicago, we got mo' many mo' many mo' mo' flavors
just come to me, go ask thy neighbor-i'm-a-hood 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 back 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 side, we gotta rock on and
Hey yo chicago, we rock on and
The east coast, you gotta on and
The west coast, you gotta 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 dirty feet you'll get defeated
Like kunta kinte, I'm kin to, crew
My great, great, grandpap been through
So much it's in my to be a ill nigga
So I figure like a father... i'ma turn this mutha out
But you ain't hittin in new york
I don't know what you hops, but chief I got tall props
Some cats think I'm six feet I'm so
Some be thinkin I'm six-fo', my shit be hittin like switches
Bitches, ask, why my, britches, sag
I ask the bitches, "why your saggin? "
Put your nipple to the bottle I bust rhymes breastses
I can get down, d-d-d-down like
the alarm, I got charm like a neck-a-lace
Tell me true had to move 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