Luyện nghe bài hát Rebel Without a Pause

Yes, the rhythm, the
Without a pause, I'm lowering my
The rhymer, where you never been I'm in
You want stylin', you know it's again
D the enemy, tellin' you to it
They praised the music, this time they the lyrics
say no to the album, the show
Bum rush the sound I made a ago
I guess you know, you guess I'm just a
Not a sabbatical, yes to it critical
The only part body should be parting to
Panther power on the from the rebel to you

Radio, suckers play me
On the mix, O.K. me
Now known and grown when they're clocking my zone known
Snakin' and takin' everything that a owns
Hard, my calling
Recorded and orderd, supporter of
and proud kickin' live next poet supreme
Loop a troop, bazooka, the
Flavor, a rebel in his own
Supporter of my
Designed to scatter a line of suckers who I do crime

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From a rebel it's on black vinyl
Soul, rock and roll comin' a rhino
turn, suckers burn to learn
They can't the power of my label
Def Jam, you who I am
The public, they really give a damn
Strong Island, where I got 'em and
That's the reason they're that I'm violent
silent, no dope gettin' dumb nope
Claimin' where we get our from
one, we hit ya and we give ya some
No gun, and never on the run
You to be an S.1, Griff will tell you when
And you'll come, you'll know what time it is
Impeach the president, pullin' out the
Zap the next one, I could be you're
Suckers, don't last a
and smooth, I ain't with it
Hardcore, like a razor
I'm like a lazer, I just won't ya
Old enough to raise ya, so will faze ya
Get it right boy and I will praise ya
Playin' the I got soul too
Voice my opinion with
Smooth, no I am
Rough, I'm the man

No what the name, we're all the same
Pieces in one big game
Yeah, the of power
Is in the house, go a shower boy
P.E. a group, a crew, not
We were Wranglers
rap stranglers
You can't angle us, I know you're
I you pissin' in you're pants
You're scared of us us
The crowd is us
We're on a boy

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Attitude, I'm on fire
Juice on the loose, wire
Simple and plain, me the lane
I'll throw it your throat like Barkley
See the car keys, never get these
They to the 98 posse
You want some more son, you to get some
Rush the on a store, pick up the album
You know the rhythm, the rhyme the beat is designed
So I can enter your mind,
the noise, my time
Step aside for the flex, X