Luyện nghe bài hát Quotables

V1-A (8)
deep like the teachings of confucious/
Spit ridiculous shit, Like a nipple-less tit - you're
But around anyway hoping to get felt/
Lyrically when I spit it, making mics melt/
I should change my name to phillip I'm screwing you up/
Like chicks with piercings I'm assuming you suck/
Plus, I'm the chosen one, you're me like trinity/
But you ain't ready to see me lose it, your daughter's virginity.

V1-B (8)
Now are similes, stop mixing the two/
An asshole - no talent - a metaphor, a description of you/
You said it was reviews in that pushed your album back/
But it wouldn't have come out if you induced labor/
If you said something doper, I'd quote ya/
But nothing sticks, like the opposite sides of magnets closer/
The demographics of my rap hits/
Towers of my peers, from where I control air traffic

V1-C (8)
Eargasmic lyrics - multiples is what my give/
You aint a fan? Then I'm educational purposes/
You always enter tournaments, lose in round one/
Somebody must have lost a wack MC I just found one/
It ain't like you're trash - but far from dope, man/
You're somewhere in the middle, chillin with Monie &
Your label's on the dough, and they ain't paying/
You couldn't get burn if satan gave you on his station.

A
It's Substantial, and the on your life is non-negotiable
(Cause every I say should be a hip-hop quotable)
is the reason you're not spoken to
(Cause every word I say should be a quotable)
If I battled you and all your fans, I guess that means I'm both of you
(Cause every word I say should be a quotable)
Session is the reason your bitch not close to you
(Cause word I say should be a hip-hop quotable)

(8) [Session]
Words travel like Magellan does, you on top? Dead it
If you're over me - you have fell in love/
Puff an L and bug, cause I won't be
I can't be - I'll be a dalmation and still won't be spotted/
Cause in raps, you're
Your piece of shit raps get bitch-slapped till it's all pitch black Satchel Paige/
- and I must be dissing a tramp/
You could your dick out and still piss on your pants.

V2-B (8)
Man, likes me, I performed two songs and most hate it/
I'm by the heavens, my tombstone is post-dated/
I told flex he had to wait to get my album, but I guess he
Cause they caught him and Clue breaking in the pressing
I'm smacking ya, you ain't really said nothing spectacular/
'Yo! You heard what he said?' - NOPE! I just remember how it was/
Who the did your vocals? Man, what studio you pay/
They made it like your mic was six studios away.

(8) [Rise]
Man, if you seen one MC on the scene, that's at least
When they say the man is holding them down, mean me/
I'm like, "Lemme find out" things I already
Like writers have to take a vote with what line to
horribly said - In, on, or off of your head/
You gets no love! Who would you off of a ledge?
Because it looks and like what you're spitting is hard/
Special make you tougher like the Wizard of Oz.

A
Session is the reason that bitch not close to you.
(Cause every word I say should be a quotable)
You say that you're better than rise, but that's a load of bull
(Cause every word I say be a hip-hop quotable)
Oh, now you wanna give up Rhyming - long overdue
(Cause every word I say be a hip-hop quotable)
The name is Tonedeff and these chickens be on the pole
(Cause every word I say be a hip-hop quotable)

V3 (24)
Question,.How do you call an MC nice, via the line?
Pick up and at the sound of the tone, dial 3 four times/
And speak the beep or chime/
And leave more mixed messages than, um, Tony Hawk's dentist, when telling him, "Please Grind"
I reach heights that Sikhs won't find/
Give guide to rap wannabe's on sight, cause I tend to I beat foes blind/
mind your eyebrows, that'll regrow fine/
As far as your life, I got a leash on yours and a new lease on
As far as your wife, well, easily occupied /
You see, your got a lazy eye, and she's seeing me on the side/
Quote me up in your thesis, I a trophy for some of these quips/
You're surrounded by pussies like the only brother of 3 kids/
Whoa! Holy of Jesus! you got a soccer mom?
I'm the tucked in her cleavage, yelling 'Defense!'
You'd think your sense of listening was to prison/
Cause I captivate with the strength to hold a genie against his wishes/
I'm genius with these renditions attrition/
Known for flowing longer than the Lord of the Rings director's cut edition/
So, step to the front, next if wishing/
Claiming you got heart, but in regards to your flow, it seems there's a missing/
Crab rappers no clause in their contract and their genitals itching/
Got me saying more than any general Vets assistant/
So I go solo no problem.
you got so many guests appearances, that you made a cameo on your own album.

This is what about
Line for line, dying to out
So you deny it or doubt
Signed or unsigned, to come out
In case you gotta rhyme in a
Then on line you can count