Luyện nghe bài hát Orange Pineapple Juice

Hand me a little bit of umm, orange juice
I'mma sip on it, it out

I got a rhyme, you got a
But my rhyme is better than
I got a rhyme, you got a
But my rhyme is better yours

U-A-C, get they P's and
No I.D., be his P's and
The Show, they get they P's and
ProfessaNots, they get P's and

Peep the maneuver, how 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 like Ronald
Mac like Donald Goines, I change like coins
Choyoyoyyoyoyyng, choyoyoyyyyng,
I draw a crowd like blood the 'pint of' technique
And there be like, "YEAH!"
Cause cain't near a nig dat'll say 'Whoomp, It Is'
I'm like a mom on 8, over-bearing kids
they be like, "Com-mon!" That's my muhfucka (true)
Youse a hamburger, Fuddrucker
Askin me to let us catch up, you can't cut the mustard
So where's the beef,
I'm as Worthy as James, not that good with
But I do remember your face from someplace this is one
Of Chicago, we got mo' many mo' mo' many mo' flavors
Don't just come to me, go ask thy neighbor-I'm-a-hood takin niggas
On the tundra, "they're plain, they're plain"
I'm on a that 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 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 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 down South, you rock on and
it "Now you can go!"

Mister Pussy Emcee, get on gone
Get on gone, you MC!
to me, with them dirty feets you'll get defeated
Like Kinte, I'm kin to the Lynn crew
My great, great, grandpap been through
So much in my hemoglobin to be a ill nigga
So I figure like a father... that I'mma Turn Mutha Out
But Common you ain't hittin in New
I know 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 be hittin like switches
Bitches, ask, why my, britches, sag
I ask the bitches, "Why titties saggin?"
Put your nipple to the bottle I bust rhymes like
I can get down, like pessimist
"Ring the Alarm", I got Charm like a
Tell the truth, the truth, y'all had to move your neck to this
you, didn't you and it, and it, and it
And it stop, bust it