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 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, get they p's and
the maneuver, how bout the heim-lich
I rhyme sick and you can get the duck,
I'm the shit, shit out of luck, tough
I'm the act to follow, housing kids like
Mac donald goines, flows I change like coins
Choyoyoyyoyoyyng, choyoyoyyyyng,
I draw a crowd like 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 8, over-bearing kids
they be like, "com-mon!" that's my muhfucka true
Youse a hamburger, fudrucker
Askin me to lettuce ketchup, you can't cut the mustard
So the beef, jerky?
I'm as worthy as james, not that good with
But I do remember your face from this is one taste
Of chicago, we got mo' many mo' many mo' mo' flavors
Don't just to me, go ask thy neighbor-i'm-a-hood takin 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 grand like a
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,
South side, on and
The west side, we gotta on and
Hey yo chicago, we gotta on and
The coast, you gotta rock on and
The coast, you gotta 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 you'll get defeated
Like kunta kinte, I'm kin to, align
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 thought hops, but 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 titties saggin? "
Put your nipple to the bottle I bust like breastses
I can get down, d-d-d-down pessimist
the alarm, I got charm like a neck-a-lace
Tell me true statues had to move they neck to
Didn't you, you... and it, and it, and it
And it stop, bust it
"gotta crew ya better tell em" --> murray