Luyện nghe bài hát Perfect Jab

Yo up man
Word up man, it's a lot of niggaz out
Niggaz pullin and all that shit
I we magnum force, and all of that
We run o.g.c.'s n shit
We'll your ass up too, word up
Bummy jab, mr. perfect, perfect jab
is bond

This whole shit's played, jordache and sassoon
Sue me it's time, that y'all ass out like
Or me with no drawers on, the way my droop, bang
To equilibrium, you're physically dismantled

Batten the hatches, I mastered this flow I crafted
Beyond sight, out fights with no scratches
Collect taxes, the world off it's axis
Supreme the lastest level, you can't pass this

We'll them hold this, heat-seekin fist'll never miss
On impact, set to knock shit out the
who step to this, my ring got ice you can have some
For your glass jaw, bloody mary's ain't bad son
a one man riot starter, tell your dad to come
When I get to snuffin bwoy wish you had a gun
Havin fun yet? mr. the one who says who
Get hurt next, all of you ?

You got nowhere to run ta, i'ma like a fonzo
you like fonta, leave you in mourning like alonzo
Comin for your head honcho, he in my range, ain't changed duke
If you can't the rain you better wear a poncho
Run your crew pronto, crush you like nachoes
Yeah you act macho but you still run from the cops
Supreme is not your, ordinary of guy
When I get hyper, I that ass like all types of lye

Alright alright, maybe I'm not the best, but I'm one of em
See these wack cats, think nice, we make fun of em

Cause we runnin em, back to blocks for reinforcement
I stay flossin, you bring your I bring the four-fifths

Known to jab, cause I like a rook straight at cha
And drop mad niggaz one punch, usually that one
Left to right my shit is like marvin hagler
Stagger a devil sayin, "go the back to africa"

It's the jab (jab) at last (last)
I dudes in half (half)
Get on your staff, if you don't know the math
(call em perfect)
I shit they can't fathom, sent to hurt shit
It ain't it, bummy jab sent to dab em
Since the days of adam, befo' eve flipped the
It was predicted, for me to some shit like this
(that boy bad, boy bad!)
But now we out to em back terror, I'm bout cheddar
(hah!) they call me mr.
i'm, simply without error (per-fect-o)
You weather my endeavor, I'm too clever
Don't ever bring it to my square you know better
And if you creep up (what? ) prepare to the grim reaper
Appearin in nightmares, fuckin your sleep up

Oh, oh, oh, b.t.j.'s call me balboa, swan me rock-ola
Hold the fort down, reach out and somethin like a motorola
Own a pager, bonus how I call the paper, you all the dough
But anyway I slay a boa anyday, you know
I may take you over, my wager's
To get your face or your nose bloodied,
The r-o-to, c-k ya show ya greater, don't fuck
Burn caps like my name was coca-cola
Wait up hold up! make a, nigga roll up
Take shines, leave ya swoll up or with a taste of
Somethin out your mouth, so ah, slow up I hate ya
Do your dirty m.p. now for make'em pay brah

I'm rude, dudes that come late on they dues
Bring bad news a baby in they terrible two's
You did what to youse estoria like the waldorf
Niggaz get hauled off, magnums like I'm goin off

You fuckin cornballs, we comin from another angle
My theory is, can't none of y'all faggot beat me
Get snuffed so stupid you may your dad, it's his fault
He shoulda you bout the perfect jab
Motherfuckers!
Word up nigga, we'll you straight the fuck out
All y'all niggaz, all y'all niggaz who act like y'all it
Y'all get it nigga, word up

Hah, this is the jab
Fuck with this boy you curse your dad
Hah, is the perfect jab
to this boy you better curse your dad
Don't be fuckin this here, perfect jab
You better your dad
luck you ever had
Times that four, triple that like r's
And we form a square and whoop your monkey-ass from to there
is bon jovi, heh
We fuck you up, word up

M.f.c. (for life!!) for life!!

* various talk into skit *