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, '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 it up in your ears
Crazed and brewer. I'm coming out like
Like Rheingold, Miller, Coors, and

I'm a eat 'em wit popcorn and treat 'em like suds you
Coming out the wick wack, wicky, wick wack
Black jack, that's a fact, 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 to fail and to pass
To continue, the more, hype tip

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

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

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

Poppa large out the pawn shop
Taking stroud while face and arms drop
Stop, look, learn to read, learn to write 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 into Hollywood, I'm screening the

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. hitting the top, feeling the rim
Getting a trim, I rhyme 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

Rock the wit the mic in the east rhyme
Hype and dope, the frame, the mic is smoking
Yo, I joking
to kill, rhyme to murder, rhyme to stomp

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

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
I'm Poppa Large, big on the East coast

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

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

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

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

Spectacular and not irregular in fact you are impopular
Rhymes are moved and you be stop wit the
Beat as it goes to the rhyme that
Like a coke in a straw up in your nose

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

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