Luyện nghe bài hát Pound of Flesh / Paris Tokyo 2

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