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 is hardcore
I'm Craig comin' in at your backdoor
My rhymes hit hard, no games like pong
I'm strong, who Craig? Kong!

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

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

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

Back off the steel kid, let me get my
You're slow, get the dick like a homo
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 raw, plus my style is hardcore
I can get real raw, plus my 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
on my jock, a G for per diem

MC's are down, please stay down
Craig Mack for President! around
My nature's to hate ya, my style of
To and crush I bust every human bein'

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
Unique technique and style that I am

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

I'm concrete, hard as the like pavement
Leavin' heads bleedin', in amazement
Surrender with more ups than
I'll 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 real raw, my style is hardcore
(Yeah, this out)

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

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

Craig the brother that attacks at random
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 wax on my single
More on my shoulder than the chips made by Pringle

So how do you figure? I'm stronger than 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 score for the war, see ya
I'm real raw, plus my style is

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 raw, plus my style is hardcore