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 know we magnum force, and all of
We run with o.g.c.'s n
We'll your ass up too, word up
Bummy jab, mr. perfect, perfect jab
Word is

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

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

We'll tell them hold this, heat-seekin never miss
On impact, set to knock out the devilish
Punk who step to this, my ring got ice you can some
For your glass jaw, bloody mary's that bad son
Jab's a one man starter, tell your dad to come
When I get to bwoy you'll wish you had a gun
Havin fun yet? mr. perfect's the one who who
Get hurt next, all of you ?

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

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

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

Known to jab, cause I move a rook straight at cha
And drop mad niggaz with one punch, that one
to right my shit is marvelous like marvin hagler
Stagger a devil sayin, "go the fuck 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 bring shit they fathom, sent to hurt shit
It worth it, bummy jab sent to dab em
Since the days of adam, eve flipped the script
It was predicted, for me to bring some shit this
(that boy bad, boy bad!)
But now we out to bring em back terror, I'm bout
(hah!) call me mr. perfect
Cause i'm, simply error (per-fect-o)
You couldn't weather my endeavor, I'm too
Don't ever bring it to my square queer you know
And if you creep up (what? ) prepare to meet the reaper
Appearin in your nightmares, fuckin your up

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

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

You fuckin cornballs, we from another angle completely
My theory is, none of y'all faggot niggaz beat me
Get so stupid you may curse your dad, it's his fault
He shoulda warned you bout the jab
Motherfuckers!
up nigga, we'll knock you straight the fuck out
All niggaz, all y'all niggaz who act like y'all want it
Y'all gonna get it nigga, up

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

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

* various talk fades skit *