Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Large

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

I roll wit globs and I 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 treat 'em like you duds
Coming out the wack, wicky, wick able wack
Black jack, that's a fact, writing exact behind your
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 and rock, rock and roll
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 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

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

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

Kleptomaniac, my is psycho
A Ricky Ricardo, a Guy
Sporting a rag top, an El
Step into Hollywood, I'm screening the

The is gain type, I'm ready to pull it's card
Jack or Ace, King or Queen, call me the
I'm pouring L.A. juice the top, feeling the rim
Getting a trim, I rhyme like them

On and on, on and on, on and on the break of dawn
I go overtime, rock the mic in
Daytime, switching off to Prime
Specifically, back in the west time

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

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

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

You're sweaty, coming hard on your neck
As I flow and grow head to toe
Seeking a like John McEnroe
Dissing 'em all, serving 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 trigger and ya
Boom, life more serious

I may lyrical and very mysterious
Rhymes are grip tight, no 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, to pound
The funk ignited, are writing, brains dividing
I'm coming out in
Like I'm Blackula, a man that Dracula

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

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

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 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 on the East coast