Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Large

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

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

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

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

I roll and rock, rock and
and pop, rhythm and Blues
Dance and fusion, confusion
Look at the lights, what a night on the

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

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

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

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

The rhymes is type, I'm ready to pull it's card
or Ace, King or Queen, call me the deuce
I'm pouring L.A. juice the top, feeling the rim
Getting a trim, I rhyme like them

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

the funk wit the mic in the east rhyme
Hype and dope, the frame, the mic is smoking
Yo, I joking
Rhyme to kill, 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 shot on the East
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the coast
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the coast
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the coast

You're sweaty, coming hard on your neck
As I flow and from head to toe
Seeking a style like 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 the trigger and damage ya
Boom, taking more serious

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

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

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

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

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 Poppa Large, big on the East coast

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