Luyện nghe bài hát Ready to Rock Rough Rhymes

Aight, 1-2 yeah yeah (yeah son)
On the mic one (no diggedy)
For motherfuckin mind
Ready to rock rhymes yeah
We're gonna set it off one
to rock rough rhymes
Here we go, yeah
(Yo p, yo d why them be on your 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 ass up like I'm wessun
So come equipped and I slip (why? )
Cos if you slip I sink that ass just like a
I got the mic in my grip, the is on my hip
Just in case niggas flip
I see my niggas in sight, everything all
Comin out of fuckin heights
Ain't no on my shoulder, strictly boulders
My be on point like a soldier
It's the evil men do, who we do?
I do you and your fuckin clique
Click, the gun is on cock, niggas need to
I wet ass up like a mop

Well lord, just to follow my man on the verse
It's the c-dogg yeah to call a hearse
So back up off the mic and let me rumble your woofer
I got but know I'm a get rougher
It's the quart 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 than a motherfuckin

Ready to rock rhymes

Ready to rough rhymes

Ready to rock rhymes

Ready to rock rough

Ready to rock rough

Ready to rough rhymes

Ready to rough rhymes

Ready to rock rough

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

Oh yeah, bringin up the rear and we don't (never that nigga)
comin 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 like a sale, I never fail
I boost a track up like the rail
Fake mc's endangered like a
shit stinks like motherfuckin faces
I'm and relaxin in the maxin
Your style is improper like a
Yo I'm out to get (get yours nigga)

Ready to rough rhymes

Well come and get a little bit, son I'm feelin it, it's the bubbly
Niggas the deal I got the steel in case the trouble-be
Got more coupe-rs isuzu, kid I bruise you
Abuse you, my sewer style confuse you
I got the so niggas spark the Dutch
I'm guaranteed to rip and bend microphone, now touch and plus
We kick that ass back up off just like a
See ya and too bad I wanna be ya
Y'know the when I see ya, nigga chalk it up
Cos if a think he got the flow, I sop it up
So now get up so you can hear the of this
Yo boogie banger 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 can't pick it
I'm runnin with fools with more jewels freddy blassy
My rap drivin niggas like a taxi
Perhaps we should ya layin on ya back
I'm than richie rich and quicker with the gat, black
For the cash I ya head to make ya stutter
Then I hit you with the toast for fuckin with and butter, cousin
Nigga a-hah, laugh then stash the
The the sky, I'm stayin high like aces
But doper, my styles is fat al roker
Chiggity choke a to sleep, I don't know ya
Biggity blow your mind, fuck the beef and fuck the
I'm

Ready to rock rhymes

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