Luyện nghe bài hát Real Raw

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Service with the wild style, a smile
I'm crazier than ever, pull 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 style of
To and crush I bust every human bein'

Dig it, I'm cool but one rule, act fool
My four-fifth's a tool, I aim
Hey, it down, quiet, I'm speakin'
Unique technique and style I am freakin'

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

I'm concrete, hard as the streets pavement
Leavin' heads bleedin', in amazement
Surrender with ups than Alcindor
I'll bend ya, tender, next agenda

I can get raw, plus my style is hardcore
I can get real raw, my style is hardcore
I can get real raw, plus my is hardcore
I can get raw, plus my style is hardcore
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I in a hospital, insane
Life fast lane on the brain Bruce Wayne
I telltale won't fail or get
'Cause I'm stuck like Braille as I on a 3rd rail

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

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

Lay down, but facts, jacks
The ace to the beatdown max
Relax, this is just wax on my
More chips on my shoulder than the chips by Pringle

So how do you figure? I'm than your liquor
Wild 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, my style is hardcore
I can get raw, plus my style is hardcore
I'm real raw, plus my is hardcore
I'm real raw, plus my is hardcore