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
Peep the maneuver, how 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 kids ronald
Mac like donald goines, flows I change like
Choyoyoyyoyoyyng, choyoyoyyyyng,
I draw a crowd like blood 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
they be like, "com-mon!" that's 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 this is one
Of chicago, we got mo' mo' many mo' many mo' flavors
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 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 to cali (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 west side, we 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 pussy emcee, get on gone
Get on gone, you mc!
Steppin to me, with them dirty feet you'll get
Like kinte, I'm kin to, align crew
My great, great, grandpap done been
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 hittin in new york
I don't know what you thought hops, but chief I got props
Some cats think I'm six feet I'm so
Some stunts be thinkin I'm six-fo', my shit be hittin switches
Bitches, ask, why my, britches, sag
I ask the bitches, "why your titties "
Put your nipple to the bottle I bust rhymes breastses
I can get down, like pessimist
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 ya better tell em" --> keith murray