Luyện nghe bài hát Orange Pineapple Juice

Hand me a little bit of umm, orange 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, get they p's and
Professanots, get they 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 kids ronald
Mac like donald goines, flows I like coins
Choyoyoyyoyoyyng, choyoyoyyyyng,
I a crowd like blood with the 'pint of' technique
And there be like, "yeah!"
cain't 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 true
Youse a hamburger, i'ma
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 face from someplace this is one taste
Of chicago, we got mo' many mo' many mo' many mo'
Don't just to me, go ask thy neighbor-i'm-a-hood takin niggaz

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 like 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,
side, rock on and
The side, we gotta 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 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 them feet you'll get defeated
Like kunta kinte, I'm kin to, crew
My great, great, grandpap done been
So much in my hemoglobin to be a ill nigga
So I like a father... that i'ma turn this mutha out
But common you hittin in new york
I know what you thought hops, but chief I got tall props
Some cats think I'm six 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 your nipple to the bottle I bust like breastses
I can get down, d-d-d-down pessimist
the alarm, I got charm 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 don't stop, it
"gotta crew ya better tell em" --> murray