Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Large

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

I roll wit globs and I come real
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 like you duds
Coming out the wick wack, wicky, wick wack
Black jack, that's a fact, writing exact your back
The funk to master, blaster

up in a brainstorm, rainstorm
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, and roll
and pop, rhythm and Blues
Dance and fusion, confusion
Look at the lights, what a night on the

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

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

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

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

The rhymes is gain type, I'm 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 never rhyme like

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, strolling in the west time

Rock the funk wit the mic in the east
and dope, hype the frame, the mic is smoking
Yo, I joking
Rhyme to kill, rhyme to murder, rhyme to

Rhyme to ill, rhyme to
Rhyme to smack, rhyme to shock, to roll
Rhyme to 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 coast
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the coast

You're sweaty, coming hard on your neck
As I flow and grow from to toe
Seeking a like John McEnroe
Dissing 'em all, 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 the trigger and damage ya
Boom, taking more serious

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

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

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

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

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