Luyện nghe bài hát Orange Pineapple Juice

Hand me a little bit of umm, orange pineapple
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, they get 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 and you can get the duck, coon
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 the 'pint of' technique
And everybody be like, "yeah!"
Cause near a nig dat'll say 'whoomp, there it is'
I'm like a mom on section 8, kids
Shit they be like, "com-mon!" my muhfucka true
Youse a hamburger, fudrucker
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 your face 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 takin

On the tundra, "they're plain, they're 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 like a finale
I'm goin back to (why? ) cause cali 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 side, we gotta rock on and
Hey yo chicago, we gotta on and
The coast, you gotta rock on and
The west coast, you gotta on and
Ah down south, you gotta on and
it... "now you can go!"
Mister emcee, just get on gone
Get on gone, you mc!
Steppin to me, with them feet you'll get defeated
Like kinte, I'm kin to, align crew
My great, great, grandpap done through
So much it's in my to be a ill nigga
So I like a father... that i'ma turn this mutha out
But common you ain't in new york
I don't what you thought hops, but chief I got tall props
Some cats think I'm six feet I'm so
Some stunts be thinkin I'm six-fo', my shit be hittin like
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 like
Ring the alarm, I got like a neck-a-lace
Tell me true statues had to they neck to this
you, didn't you... and it, and it, and it
And it don't stop, it
"gotta crew ya better tell em" --> keith