Luyện nghe bài hát Pound of Flesh / Paris Tokyo 2

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This beat I'm sorry, but her eyes were so starry
I had to get some-uhh...one up it
Hit the bricks, drop the coins, up the shit
Like a pooper scooper even dog shit was eukanuba
Underdogs of the past can be the up in the future
I brush my shoulders off to remove my
What we doing? full of spades, hold a mic like Bob Barker
It's manure if you new to the of the lupester
The meaning is I'm a roofer, (woo!), I'm going like fuschia
All I need is a coup and a princess me like King Koopa
If a nigga me and he black he might shoot ya
And motherfuckin real, even my mother, is fucking, real
Kitchen counter tapping then undercover
Your beat is in my giving head to 'em
Stretch it out, stand up in it and call it leg
Beat the beat till beat there's eggs to 'em
repeat, eat it till it sleep, then wake it up
But then don't speak to it cause now it's like the to 'em
Beats having trouble going to sleep now I'm like Fred to 'em
And if I can be any meaner, our patina was Martin and
To her I have ran, but now she like Pam
She still want the flow but now I'm damn
Whisk her away, but I had to back to the bullshit
Scramble to your pulpits and tell the preacher he
Beats get weaker the deeper I get
Damn she ain't even get the shaft, I'm just speaking from the tip
When the gone then I quit, cellphone still along on the trip
So I can speak to the choir from the throne on my
And noble or sober or my nobler
with our hands and the waiter is a fan
Shout out to Mike Pharaoh keeping paper in my
Savile Row, or Mastermind Japan
Sky dropped six on the
Drop top versus Cobra, I'mma race ya
Free Rico, he do his bid
Got a tatted on him he gone show him where it is
Black dragon they ain't knowing what he did
everybody in Bull city eating like a pig, lets do it!
Durk, Mouse, Paris, Keef, Boolu, Dub, Pharris,
Drama, Common, Flict, Ye, Chance, Illinois,