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
'em up pimple head, pick 'em up picky

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

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

up in a brainstorm, rainstorm
Rap storm, rap form, rap time, rap
Rap class, I'm to fail and to pass
To continue, from the more, tip

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

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

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

large looking out the pawn shop
Taking stroud while your face and arms
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 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
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 them

On and on, on and on, on and on until the break of
I go overtime, the mic in nighttime
Daytime, off to Prime time
Specifically, strolling in the west time

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

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

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 on the East coast

You're sweaty, coming hard on your neck
As I and grow from head to toe
a style like John McEnroe
Dissing 'em all, serving wit the mic stand

Like and Michael 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 dark and

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

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

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

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