Luyện nghe bài hát Real Raw

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

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

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

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

The C R A I G is back
blown 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 real slow, get the dick like a
Got the name, no games, the
I'm real raw, plus my is hardcore

I can get real raw, plus my is hardcore
I can get real raw, plus my is hardcore
I can get real raw, plus my is hardcore
I can get real raw, 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
Craig Mack for President! Fuck
My nature's to hate ya, my of MC'in
To dust and I bust every human bein'

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

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

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

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

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

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

Craig Mack's the that attacks at random
MC's I slammed 'em 'cause I'm fat as Ralph
Ras, bumba claat, boy I ya
MC's I'm a thriller from 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 I'm stronger than your liquor
Wild Irish Rose, huh, 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 raw, plus 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 raw, plus my style is hardcore