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, get they p's and
Professanots, they get p's and
Peep the maneuver, how bout the
I rhyme 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 goines, flows I change like coins
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 8, over-bearing kids
Shit be like, "com-mon!" that's my muhfucka true
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 remember your from someplace this is one taste
Of chicago, we got mo' many mo' many mo' many mo'
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 a finale
I'm goin back to cali (why? ) cause got bitches check it
Aiyyo dart this is a
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 gotta on and
Ah south, you gotta rock on and
it... "now you can go!"
Mister pussy emcee, just get on
Get on gone, you mc!
to me, with them dirty feet 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 common you hittin in new york
I don't know what you thought hops, but chief I got tall
Some cats I'm six feet I'm so deep
Some stunts be thinkin I'm six-fo', my be hittin like switches
Bitches, ask, why my, britches, sag
I ask the bitches, "why your saggin? "
Put your to the bottle I bust rhymes like breastses
I can get down, like pessimist
Ring the alarm, I got like a neck-a-lace
Tell me true statues had to move they to this
you, didn't you... and it, and it, and it
And it stop, bust it
"gotta crew ya better tell em" --> keith