Luyện nghe bài hát Orange Pineapple Juice

Hand me a little bit of umm, pineapple juice
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, 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, shit out of luck, tough
I'm the act to follow, housing kids ronald
Mac like donald goines, flows I like coins
Choyoyoyyoyoyyng, choyoyoyyyyng,
I draw a crowd 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, kids
they be like, "com-mon!" that's my muhfucka true
Youse a hamburger, i'ma
Askin me to ketchup, knowin you can't cut the mustard
So where's the beef,
I'm as worthy as james, not that good names
But I do remember face from someplace this is one taste
Of chicago, we got mo' mo' many mo' many 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 like a finale
I'm goin to cali (why? ) cause cali got bitches 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,
South side, on and
The west side, we gotta on and
Hey yo chicago, we rock on and
The coast, you gotta rock on and
The west coast, you rock on and
Ah down south, you rock on and
it... "now you can go!"
Mister pussy emcee, just get on
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, done been through
So much it's in my to be a ill nigga
So I figure like a father... that turn this mutha out
But common you ain't 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
stunts be thinkin I'm six-fo', my shit be hittin like switches
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, like pessimist
the alarm, I got charm like 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