Luyện nghe bài hát Orange Pineapple Juice

Hand me a bit of umm, orange pineapple juice
I'ma sip on it, 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
Peep the maneuver, how the heim-lich
I rhyme sick and you can get the duck,
I'm the shit, shit out of luck, tough
I'm the act to follow, kids like ronald
Mac like donald goines, flows I change coins
Choyoyoyyoyoyyng, choyoyoyyyyng,
I draw a crowd like with the 'pint of' technique
And there be like, "yeah!"
cain't near a nig dat'll say 'whoomp, there it is'
I'm like a mom on section 8, over-bearing
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 where's the beef,
I'm as worthy as james, not good with names
But I do your face 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 takin

On the tundra, "they're plain, they're plain" (fantasy island)
I'm on a plateau is fat so
just a fan-tasy, for the fans 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,
side, rock on and
The west side, we gotta on and
Hey yo chicago, we gotta on and
The coast, you gotta rock on and
The west coast, you rock 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 dirty feet get defeated
kunta kinte, I'm kin to, align crew
My great, great, grandpap done through
So much in my hemoglobin to be a ill nigga
So I figure like a father... i'ma turn this mutha out
But common you ain't in new york
I don't know what you 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 be hittin like switches
Bitches, ask, why my, britches, sag
I ask the bitches, "why your saggin? "
Put your nipple to the I bust rhymes like breastses
I can get down, d-d-d-down like
Ring the alarm, I got charm like a
me true statues had to move they neck to this
Didn't you, you... and it, and it, and it
And it stop, bust it
"gotta crew ya better tell em" --> murray