Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Large

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

I roll wit and I come real sticky
Ripping the mic, I plug it up in your
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 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 here to fail and to
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 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 on the East coast
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the coast

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

Poppa large looking out the shop
Taking 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 and ripe though

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

The rhymes is type, I'm ready to pull it's card
Jack or Ace, or Queen, call 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, rock the mic in
Daytime, off to Prime time
Specifically, strolling back in the time

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

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

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

Like and Michael coming out wit a big band
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 sound and very mysterious
are grip tight, no grams to kill more
A son of Sam, how could I begin
the mic, you see the dark and shadows

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

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

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

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