Luyện nghe bài hát Ready to Rock Rough Rhymes

Aight, 1-2 yeah yeah (yeah son)
On the mic one (no diggedy)
For your mind
Ready to rock rough yeah
gonna set it off one time
Ready to rough rhymes
Here we go, yeah
(Yo p, yo d why them bitches be on dick, let em know son)

Cos I a little dance, make a little love
I get the fuck down
Yo I'm like injections, teachin niggas lessons
I fry that ass up I'm wessun
So equipped and I don't slip (why? )
Cos if you I sink that ass just like a ship
I got the mic in my grip, the is on my hip
Just in case niggas flip
I see my in sight, everything all right
out of fuckin crown heights
Ain't no chips on my shoulder, boulders
My shit be on point a soldier
It's the that men do, who we do?
I do you and whole fuckin clique
Click, the gun is on cock, need to stop
I wet ass up like a mop

Well lord, just to follow my man on the verse
It's the c-dogg time to call a hearse
So back up off the mic and let me thru your woofer
I got rough but know I'm a get
It's the drinker so turn up the level
I to get raw plus wicked like the devil
It's the no-hold-barred, shit is
I got the eye to the l
And I don't be no or no beginner
I gets badder a motherfuckin sinner

Ready to rock rough

to rock rough rhymes

Ready to rough rhymes

Ready to rock rough

Ready to rock rhymes

Ready to rough rhymes

Ready to rough rhymes

Ready to rock rhymes

Ready to rock rhymes
It's the c-dogg back with 12 new
Wit the ill all-out shit for your head
It's the man that'll make rhymes proper dead
So get ready, always on my worst
Up in the yeah breakin mad flavors
So back up off the mic and let me show my
It's the scheme, yeah got to chill
Peace to my dl wit the beat
And peace to all my on union street
And to ya ass niggas keep on walkin
A dl year, the e is talkin

Oh yeah, up the rear and we don't front (never that nigga)
We're mad thick and we're on the hunt
So why you wanna and end up in a mess
I'm comin mad wilder than the
I leave you sooped like a sale, I never
I boost a track up like the third
Fake mc's like a species
Your shit like motherfuckin faces
I'm and relaxin in the maxin
style is improper like a fraction
Yo I'm out to get mine (get nigga)

Ready to rock rhymes

Well lemme come and get a little bit, son I'm feelin it, it's the
Niggas know the deal I got the steel in case the
Got coupe-rs than isuzu, kid I bruise you
Abuse you, my style will confuse you
I got the touch so niggas the Dutch
I'm guaranteed to rip and bend your microphone, now touch and
We kick that ass up off just like a lear
See ya and too bad I wouldn't be ya
Y'know the when I see ya, nigga chalk it up
Cos if a nigga he got the flow, I sop it up
So now get up so you can hear the rest of
Yo banger show them why we be the best at this

Yo, yo niggas bust this, a nigga do justice day
We're walkin down the street, we're watchin bitches like
Niggas rave and rant but get it, dig it
Shit is on lock and motherfuckers can't it
I'm runnin with with more jewels than freddy blassy
My rap drivin niggas crazy like a
Perhaps we should leave ya layin on ya
I'm richer than richie and quicker with the gat, black
For the cash I bash ya head to make ya
I hit you with the toast for fuckin with bread and butter, cousin
Nigga a-hah, laugh then the tracy
The limit's the sky, I'm stayin like aces
But doper, my styles is fat al roker
Chiggity choke a to sleep, I don't know ya
Biggity your mind, fuck the beef and fuck the swine
I'm

Ready to rough rhymes

Son, ha, diggy das, das, diggy das
scheme, word bond son (shit come thick)