Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Large

I get in shape and do my physical
Your head's numb, so your a miss this
Pick 'em up, eat 'em up, pick 'em up, 'em up
Pick 'em up pimple head, pick 'em up

I roll wit and I come real sticky
Ripping the mic, I it up in your ears
Crazed and brewer. I'm out like beers
Like Rheingold, Miller, Coors, and

I'm a eat 'em wit popcorn and treat 'em like you duds
Coming out the wick wack, wicky, wick able
jack, that's a fact, writing exact behind your back
The funk rhyme to master,

up in a brainstorm, rainstorm
Rap storm, rap form, rap time, rap
Rap class, I'm here to fail and to
To continue, the more, hype tip

I roll and rock, and roll
Jazz and pop, and Blues
Dance and fusion, pain
Look at the lights, what a on the town

I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the coast
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the coast
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East

Now I'm to funk, freak the funk
Hype the funk, swipe the and all that junk
I get on 'em, communicate wit the world
Man, woman, a baby boy and a

Poppa large looking out the pawn
Taking stroud while face and arms drop
Stop, look, learn to read, to write learn to talk, learn to walk
And your step though, I'm hype and ripe though

Kleptomaniac, my rhyme is
A Ricardo, a Guy Lombardo
a rag top, an El Dorado
Step into Hollywood, I'm screening the

The rhymes is gain type, I'm ready to it's card
Jack or Ace, King or Queen, me the deuce
I'm pouring L.A. juice the top, feeling the rim
Getting a trim, I never like them

On and on, on and on, on and on until the of dawn
I go overtime, the mic in nighttime
Daytime, switching off to Prime
Specifically, strolling back in the time

Rock the wit the mic in the east rhyme
and dope, hype the frame, the mic is smoking
Yo, I ain't
to kill, rhyme to murder, rhyme to stomp

Rhyme to ill, to romp
to smack, rhyme to shock, rhyme to roll
Rhyme to anything toy boy
On the

I'm Poppa Large, big on the East coast
I'm Poppa Large, big on the East coast
I'm Poppa Large, big on the East coast
I'm Large, big shot on the East coast

You're dripping sweaty, coming on your neck
As I and grow from head to toe
Seeking a like John McEnroe
Dissing 'em all, serving wit the mic stand

Prince and Michael coming out wit a big band
The is loud, you can pay as the manager
Run wit the money, I pull the and damage ya
Boom, taking more serious

I may sound and very mysterious
Rhymes are grip tight, no grams to kill
A son of Sam, how could I more
Grabbing the mic, you see the and shadows

You're in hell, the funk, pound to pound
The funk ignited, hands are writing, brains
I'm out in sighting
Like I'm Blackula, a better man Dracula

Spectacular and not in fact you are speaking impopular
Rhymes are moved and you be stop wit the
Beat as it to the rhyme that flows
Like a coke in a straw burning up in your

That's a bad habit, out on stage one
the mic, come and turn to page one
Look at the master, my is higher
My lyrical burns, your on fire

I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the coast
I'm Large, big shot on the East coast
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East

I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the coast
I'm Large, big shot on the East coast
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the coast
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East