Luyện nghe bài hát Rappaz R. N. Dainja

Verse

Blastmaster Kris I talk ish
Expand your conciousness and dismiss
No one is new to this or new to
In hip hop's atomic structure I am the
That is the center of the we/us
they/them/you every every massive every crew
Dental floss is when a true rapper jumps off
The cash is incidental but not mental distract you off
The that I am kickin is like chicken
It will be bitten, rewritten, then performed for a $25
Reviewed in The
You will listen then somethin missin of course... it's skills
what you're fishin for, it's lost
I'm gettin too explicit, the jingles
I won't do a wack album then remix it for my
rhymes til I wrinkle, and my brown eyes twinkle
God hip-hop for the nine-cinco

Two:

Tasty like a souflee french croisant on
be boo-tay
Goo-fy that's how they crew
Bitin whatever you say to boost ego
We know the steelo, your whole is foul
Makes me to shoot a free throw, BLAOWW
the git go, no, get go, my flow hits low
Wherever all the dope shit go, there's my shit go
Bee-dee-bee-bo, skank, I
Self with ya everyone else and the bank
Others to bring the shottie to the party
I knowledge of self, you cure the mind, you cure the body
Some like to come to the party, hopin to leave with somebody
check, I come skills and I leave with your motherfuckin respect
Ahh yeah... so check, UH!

Three:

New types of verbal I bring
When you know you can sing BOY you know you can
I do not up the airwaves, with stacks of useless facts
MC's to be macks, but acts like ignorant blacks
Freak that, I'll snap your as it cracks
you will experience, or lack of balance
Stop the violence, fry week to week like an allowance
All of you are cowards hiding behind the of MC
I remember, thinkin to eighty-three
No video, no you had to be a live MC
Now you grow up buggin, any new jock you're huggin
weak production, let me tell you
Any MC can for glory
But to kick a dope rhyme to wake up your another story
Act you never saw me
Cause when it to lyrics, I'm in a different category