Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Large

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

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

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

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

I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the 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 back to funk, the funk
Hype the funk, swipe the funk and all that
I get on 'em, communicate wit the world
Man, woman, a boy and a girl

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

Kleptomaniac, my rhyme is
A Ricky Ricardo, a Guy
Sporting a rag top, an El
into 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. hitting the top, feeling the rim
Getting a trim, I never rhyme 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 west

the funk 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, rhyme to
Rhyme to smack, to shock, rhyme to roll
to destroy anything toy boy
On the

I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East
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

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

Like Prince and coming 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, taking life serious

I may sound 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 dark and

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

Spectacular and not irregular in you are speaking impopular
Rhymes are moved and you be stop wit the
as it goes to the rhyme that flows
Like a coke in a burning up in your nose

That's a bad habit, stepping out on one
Drop the mic, come and to page 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 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 East
I'm Poppa Large, big on the East coast
I'm Large, big shot on the East coast
I'm Poppa Large, big on the East coast