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

I'm a eat 'em wit popcorn and treat 'em suds you duds
Coming out the wack, wicky, wick able wack
Black jack, that's a fact, writing exact behind 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 roll and rock, and roll
Jazz and pop, and Blues
and fusion, pain confusion
Look at the lights, a night on the town

I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East
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

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

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

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

The rhymes is gain type, I'm ready to pull card
Jack or Ace, or Queen, call me the deuce
I'm pouring L.A. juice hitting the top, the rim
a trim, I never 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 Prime
Specifically, strolling back in the time

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

I'm Large, big shot on the East coast
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

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

Like Prince and coming out wit a big band
The is loud, you can pay as the manager
Run wit the money, I the trigger and damage ya
Boom, taking life serious

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

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

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

That's a bad habit, out on stage 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 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 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 East
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East