Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Large

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

I wit globs and I come real sticky
the mic, I plug it up in your ears
Crazed and brewer. I'm coming out like
Rheingold, Miller, Coors, and Buds

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kleptomaniac, my is psycho
A Ricardo, a Guy Lombardo
Sporting a rag top, an El
Step Hollywood, I'm screening the boulevards

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

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 in the west time

Rock the wit the mic in the east rhyme
Hype and dope, the frame, the mic is smoking
Yo, I joking
Rhyme to kill, rhyme to murder, to stomp

Rhyme to ill, rhyme to
Rhyme to smack, 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 shot on the coast
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the coast
I'm Poppa Large, big on the East coast

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

Like Prince and Michael coming out wit a big
The crowd is loud, you can pay as the
Run wit the money, I pull the trigger and ya
Boom, life more serious

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

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

Spectacular and not irregular in fact you are speaking
Rhymes are and you can't be stop wit the
Beat as it goes to the rhyme flows
a coke in a straw burning up in your nose

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

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

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