Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Large

I get in and do my physical fitness
Your head's numb, so your brains a miss
'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 come real
Ripping the mic, I plug it up in ears
Crazed and brewer. I'm coming out beers
Like Rheingold, Miller, Coors, and

I'm a eat 'em wit popcorn and treat 'em suds you duds
out the wick wack, wicky, wick able wack
Black jack, that's a fact, writing exact your back
The rhyme 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, from the more, tip

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

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

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

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

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

The rhymes is type, I'm ready to pull it's card
Jack or Ace, King or Queen, call me the
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, rock the mic in
Daytime, off to Prime time
Specifically, back in the west time

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

Rhyme to ill, to romp
to smack, rhyme to shock, rhyme to roll
Rhyme to anything toy boy
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 shot on the East
I'm Large, big shot on the East coast

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

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

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

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

and not irregular in fact you are speaking impopular
Rhymes are moved and you can't be wit the
Beat as it 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 turn to one
Look at the master, my is higher
My burns, your brain's on fire

I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East
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 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