Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Large

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

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

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

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

I'm Large, big shot on the East coast
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

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

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

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

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 hitting the top, the rim
Getting a trim, I rhyme like them

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

Rock the funk wit the mic in the 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
Rhyme to smack, to shock, rhyme to roll
to destroy 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 East
I'm Large, big shot on the East coast

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

Like Prince and Michael 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, life more serious

I may lyrical and very 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 hell, the funk, pound to pound
The funk ignited, are writing, brains dividing
I'm out in sighting
I'm Blackula, a better man that Dracula

Spectacular and not irregular in fact you are speaking
Rhymes are moved and you be stop wit the
Beat as it goes to the rhyme that
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
at the master, my range is higher
My burns, your brain's on fire

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