Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Large

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

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

I'm a eat 'em wit popcorn and treat 'em suds you duds
Coming out the wick wack, wicky, wick wack
Black jack, that's a fact, 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 to fail and to pass
To continue, from the more, tip

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

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

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

Poppa large looking out the pawn
Taking stroud while face 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 Ricky Ricardo, a Guy
a rag top, an El Dorado
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 rhyme 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 time
Specifically, strolling back in the time

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

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

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

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

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

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

You're in living hell, the funk, pound to
The funk ignited, hands are writing, dividing
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 can't be wit the
Beat as it goes to the that flows
Like a in a straw burning up in your nose

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

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