Luyện nghe bài hát Real Raw

How many what funk is? Raise your hands
You ready for this

I can get real raw, plus my style is
I'm Craig Mack comin' in at backdoor
My rhymes hit hard, no like ping pong
I'm strong, like who Kong!

I'm flexin' what's next in my funk erection
My licks get the like the Chinese connection
Like Damien the son, I won't run
I never ran, MC's like the Sudan

Craig Mack is a loaded four-five
Mothers get welfare, fathers won't
Yo, who can get fierce as fierce can Get set
I'm ready, to eat like spaghetti

The C R A I G is back
I've blown the world known, the man's got it sewn
Zoom zoom zoom, zoom za-zoom
Three of waiting, now here comes kaboom

off the steel kid, let me get my dough
You're real slow, get the dick like a
Got the name, no games, the
I'm real raw, my style is hardcore

I can get real raw, my style is hardcore
I can get real raw, my style is hardcore
I can get real raw, my style is hardcore
I can get raw, plus my style is hardcore

Service the wild style, freak a smile
I'm crazier than ever, please my lever
Ooh, I wait, I'm paid, I see him
Brothers on my jock, a G for per

MC's that are down, please down
Mack for President! Fuck around
My nature's to hate ya, my of MC'in
To dust and I bust every human bein'

Dig it, I'm cool but one rule, don't act
My a tool, I have aim
Hey, hush it down, quiet, I'm
technique and style that I am freakin'

Peakin', like a deacon or a pastor
The master, baby, death, G?
Let's get to the issue with judicial
Weepin' willow, grab a pillow I have to diss you

I'm concrete, hard as the like pavement
heads bleedin', strictly in amazement
Surrender with more ups Alcindor
I'll ya, you're tender, next agenda

I can get real raw, my style is hardcore
I can get raw, plus my style is hardcore
I can get raw, plus my style is hardcore
I can get real raw, my style is hardcore
(Yeah, check out)

I in a hospital, insane
Life fast lane on the brain like Wayne
I won't fail or get stale
'Cause I'm stuck Braille as I walk on a 3rd rail

my grandson, not so handsome
I'm grotesque, fuck it, still rub my chest
I'm G with Brown, "Give it Up or Turn Me Loose"
I'm terror on the red lines, prank phonin'

Craig Mack's the brother that attacks at
MC's I slammed 'em I'm fat as Ralph Kramden
Ras, bumba claat, boy I ya
MC's I'm a thriller here to Manilla

Lay down, nothin' but facts,
The blackjack ace to the max
Relax, this is just wax on my
More chips on my shoulder than the made by Pringle

So how do you I'm stronger than your liquor
Irish Rose, huh, strike a pose
I'm death to an MC, below Jack Dempsey
A shark feedin' frenzy on those tempt me

One more for the war, see ya
I'm real raw, my style is hardcore

I can get raw, plus my is hardcore
I can get real raw, my style is hardcore
I'm real raw, my style is hardcore
I'm real raw, plus my is hardcore