Luyện nghe bài hát Orange Pineapple Juice

Hand me a little bit of umm, orange juice
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, you're out of luck, tough
I'm the act to follow, housing like ronald
Mac like donald goines, flows I change coins
Choyoyoyyoyoyyng, choyoyoyyyyng,
I draw a crowd like blood with the of' technique
And everybody be like, "yeah!"
Cause near a nig dat'll say 'whoomp, there it is'
I'm a mom on section 8, over-bearing kids
Shit they be like, "com-mon!" that's my muhfucka
Youse a hamburger, fudrucker
Askin me to lettuce ketchup, knowin you can't cut the
So where's the beef,
I'm as worthy as james, not that good with
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 neighbor-i'm-a-hood takin

On the tundra, "they're plain, they're plain" (fantasy island)
I'm on a that is fat so
It's just a fan-tasy, for the to see
How I land, I'm grand a finale
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 rock on and
Hey yo chicago, we gotta on and
The east coast, you gotta 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 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 hemoglobin to be a ill
So I figure like a father... that i'ma turn this out
But common you hittin in new york
I don't know what you thought hops, but chief I got tall
Some cats think I'm six feet I'm so
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 titties "
Put your nipple to the I bust rhymes like breastses
I can get down, d-d-d-down pessimist
Ring the alarm, I got charm like a
Tell me true statues had to they neck to this
you, didn't you... and it, and it, and it
And it stop, bust it
"gotta ya better tell em" --> keith murray