Luyện nghe bài hát Rebel Without a Pause

Yes, the rhythm, the
Without a pause, I'm my level
The hard rhymer, you never been I'm in
You want stylin', you know it's time
D the enemy, you to hear it
They praised the music, this time play 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 a radical
Not a sabbatical, yes to make it
The only part your body be parting to
Panther on the hour from the rebel to you

Radio, suckers play me
On the mix, O.K. me
Now known and grown when they're my zone it's known
Snakin' and takin' everything that a brother
Hard, my calling
and orderd, supporter of Chesimard
Loud and proud live next poet supreme
Loop a troop, bazooka, the
Flavor, a in his own mind
of my rhyme
Designed to scatter a line of suckers who I do crime

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From a rebel final on black vinyl
Soul, rock and roll comin' like a
Tables turn, suckers burn to
can't dis-able the power of my label
Def Jam, you who I am
The enemy's public, they really give a
Strong Island, where I got 'em and
That's the reason claimin' that I'm violent
Never silent, no dope gettin' nope
Claimin' where we get our rhythm
Number one, we hit ya and we ya some
No gun, and never on the run
You want to be an S.1, Griff tell you when
And then you'll come, you'll know time it is
Impeach the president, pullin' out the
Zap the next one, I be you're Sho-gun
Suckers, don't last a
Soft and smooth, I ain't it
Hardcore, rawbone a razor
I'm like a lazer, I just graze ya
Old enough to ya, so this will faze ya
Get it right boy and I will praise ya
the role I got soul too
Voice my with volume
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 take a boy
P.E. a group, a crew, not
We were black
rap stranglers
You can't angle us, I know listenin'
I caught you in you're pants
You're of us dissin' us
The is missin' us
on a mission 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 down throat like Barkley
See the car keys, never get these
belong to the 98 posse
You want some more son, you want to get
Rush the door on a store, pick up the
You know the rhythm, the rhyme the beat is designed
So I can your mind, Boys
the noise, my time
Step for the flex, Terminator X