Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Large

I get in shape and do my physical
Your head's numb, so your a miss this
Pick 'em up, eat 'em up, '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 plug it up in your
and brewer. I'm coming out like beers
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
jack, that's a fact, writing exact behind your back
The funk to master, blaster

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

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

I'm Large, big shot 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

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

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

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

The rhymes is gain type, I'm ready to pull card
Jack or Ace, King or Queen, call me the
I'm pouring L.A. juice the top, feeling the rim
a trim, I never rhyme like them

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

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

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

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
I'm Large, big shot on the East coast

You're dripping sweaty, hard on your neck
As I flow and grow from to toe
Seeking a style like John
'em all, serving 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 the trigger and damage ya
Boom, taking life more

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

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

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

That's a bad habit, stepping out on one
Drop the mic, come and to page one
Look at the master, my range is
My lyrical burns, your on fire

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 Poppa Large, big on the East coast

I'm Poppa Large, big on the East coast
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