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, get they p's and
No i.d., be his p's and
The late show, get they 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 shit out of luck,
I'm the act to follow, housing kids ronald
Mac like donald goines, flows I change coins
Choyoyoyyoyoyyng, choyoyoyyyyng,
I draw a crowd like blood with the 'pint of'
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 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' mo' flavors
Don't just come to me, go ask thy neighbor-i'm-a-hood niggaz

On the tundra, cause "they're plain, plain" (fantasy island)
I'm on a plateau is fat so
It's just a fan-tasy, for the to see
How I land, I'm grand like a
I'm back 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,
South side, on and
The west side, we rock on and
Hey yo chicago, we rock on and
The coast, you gotta rock on and
The coast, you gotta rock 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, them dirty feet you'll get defeated
Like kunta kinte, I'm kin to, align
My great, great, grandpap been through
So much in my hemoglobin 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 know what you thought hops, but chief I got tall props
Some think I'm six feet I'm so deep
Some stunts be thinkin I'm six-fo', my shit be like switches
Bitches, ask, why my, britches, sag
I ask the bitches, "why your saggin? "
Put nipple to the bottle I bust rhymes like breastses
I can get down, d-d-d-down pessimist
Ring the alarm, I got charm 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 don't stop, it
"gotta crew ya better em" --> keith murray