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

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

Craig Mack is like a four-five
Mothers get welfare, won't 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 is back
I've blown the well known, the man's got it sewn
Zoom zoom zoom, zoom za-zoom
Three years of waiting, now here kaboom

Back off the steel kid, let me get my
You're real slow, get the dick like a
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 is hardcore
I can get raw, plus my style is hardcore
I can get real raw, plus my style is

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

MC's that are down, please down
Mack for President! Fuck around
My nature's to ya, my style of MC'in
To dust and crush I 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 and style that I am freakin'

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

I'm concrete, as the streets like pavement
Leavin' bleedin', strictly in amazement
Surrender more ups than Alcindor
I'll bend ya, tender, next agenda

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

I in a hospital, insane
Life fast lane on the brain Bruce Wayne
I telltale fail or get stale
'Cause I'm like Braille as I walk 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, prank phonin'

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

Lay down, but facts, jacks
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 your liquor
Wild Rose, huh, strike a pose
I'm death to an MC, like Jack Dempsey
A shark feedin' 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 is hardcore
I can get real raw, my style is hardcore
I'm real raw, plus my style is
I'm real raw, plus my is hardcore