Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Large

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

I roll wit globs and I real sticky
Ripping the mic, I plug it up in ears
Crazed and brewer. I'm coming out like
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
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 and to pass
To continue, from the more, tip

I roll and rock, rock and
Jazz and pop, rhythm and
and fusion, pain confusion
Look at the lights, what a on the town

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

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

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

Kleptomaniac, my is psycho
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, King or Queen, me the deuce
I'm L.A. juice hitting the top, feeling the rim
Getting a trim, I never like them

On and on, on and on, on and on until the of dawn
I go overtime, the mic in nighttime
Daytime, off to Prime 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 joking
Rhyme to kill, to murder, rhyme to stomp

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

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

You're dripping sweaty, coming hard on your
As I flow and from head to toe
Seeking a like John McEnroe
'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 pull the and damage ya
Boom, taking life serious

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

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

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

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

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