Luyện nghe bài hát Real Raw

How many know what is? Raise 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, like who Kong!

I'm flexin' what's in my funk track erection
My licks get the kicks the Chinese connection
Like Damien the Omen son, I run
I never ran, fryin' like the Sudan

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 like

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

Back off the kid, let me get my dough
real 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, plus my style is
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

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

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

Dig it, I'm cool but one rule, act fool
My a tool, I have aim
Hey, it down, quiet, I'm speakin'
Unique technique and style 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, 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 than
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 is hardcore
I can get real raw, plus my style is
(Yeah, check out)

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

my grandson, not so handsome
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, prank phonin'

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

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

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

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

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