Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Large

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

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

I'm a eat 'em wit and treat '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,

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, rock and
Jazz and pop, rhythm and
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 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, swipe the and all that junk
I get busy on 'em, communicate wit the
Man, woman, a baby boy and a

Poppa large out the pawn shop
Taking stroud while your face and drop
Stop, look, learn to read, learn to learn to talk, learn to walk
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 is gain type, I'm ready 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 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 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, rhyme to murder, rhyme to

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

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 on the East coast

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

Like Prince and Michael out wit a big band
The crowd is loud, you can pay as the
Run wit the money, I pull the trigger and ya
Boom, life more serious

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

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

Spectacular and not irregular in you are speaking impopular
Rhymes are moved and you can't be wit the
Beat as it goes to the that flows
Like a 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
at the master, my range is higher
My lyrical burns, brain's on fire

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