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
Peep the maneuver, how bout the
I sick and you can get the duck, coon
I'm the shit, you're out of luck, tough
I'm the act to follow, kids like ronald
Mac like donald goines, I change like coins
Choyoyoyyoyoyyng, choyoyoyyyyng,
I draw a like blood with the 'pint of' technique
And there be like, "yeah!"
Cause cain't a nig dat'll say 'whoomp, there it is'
I'm a mom on section 8, over-bearing kids
Shit be like, "com-mon!" that's my muhfucka true
Youse a hamburger, i'ma
me to lettuce 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 your face from someplace this is one taste
Of chicago, we got mo' mo' many mo' many mo' flavors
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 plateau is fat so
It's just a fan-tasy, for the to see
How I land, I'm grand like a
I'm goin to cali (why? ) cause cali got bitches check it
Aiyyo dart 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 rock on and
The west coast, you rock on and
Ah down south, you rock on and
it... "now you can go!"
Mister pussy emcee, 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 been through
So much it's in my to be a ill nigga
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 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 titties saggin? "
Put your to the bottle I bust rhymes like breastses
I can get down, like pessimist
Ring the alarm, I got 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