Luyện nghe bài hát Real Raw

How many know what funk is? Raise hands
You for this world?

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

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

Craig Mack is like a loaded
Mothers get welfare, fathers survive
Yo, who can get fierce as can get? Get set
I'm ready, to eat MC's spaghetti

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

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

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

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

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

Dig it, I'm but one rule, don't act fool
My four-fifth's a tool, I aim
Hey, hush it down, quiet, I'm
technique and style that I am freakin'

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

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

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

I belong in a hospital,
Life fast lane on the like Bruce Wayne
I telltale won't fail or get
I'm stuck like Braille as I walk on a 3rd rail

Manson's my grandson, not so
I'm grotesque, fuck it, girls rub my chest
I'm G James Brown, "Give it Up or Turn Me Loose"
I'm terror on the red lines, prank Zeus

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

Lay down, but facts, jacks
The blackjack ace to the max
Relax, this is wax on my single
More chips on my shoulder the chips made by Pringle

So how do you figure? I'm than your liquor
Wild Irish Rose, huh, a pose
I'm death to an MC, below like Jack
A shark feedin' frenzy on those that me

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

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