Luyện nghe bài hát Rebel Without a Pause

Yes, the rhythm, the
a pause, I'm lowering my level
The hard rhymer, where you never I'm in
You want stylin', you know it's again
D the enemy, you to hear it
They the music, this time they play the lyrics
say no to the album, the show
Bum rush the sound I a year ago
I guess you know, you guess I'm just a
Not a sabbatical, yes to make it
The only part body should 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 clocking my zone known
Snakin' and takin' everything that a owns
Hard, my calling
Recorded and orderd, supporter of
Loud and proud live next poet supreme
a troop, bazooka, the scheme
Flavor, a rebel in his own
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 comin' like a rhino
Tables turn, suckers burn to
They dis-able the power of my label
Def Jam, you who I am
The enemy's public, they really give a
Strong Island, I got 'em wild and
That's the reason they're that I'm violent
Never silent, no gettin' dumb nope
where we get our rhythm from
Number one, we hit ya and we give ya
No gun, and still on the run
You want to be an S.1, will tell you when
And then you'll come, you'll know time it is
Impeach the president, out the ray-gun
Zap the one, I could be you're Sho-gun
Suckers, last a minute
Soft and smooth, I with it
Hardcore, rawbone like a
I'm like a lazer, I just won't ya
Old to raise ya, so this will faze ya
Get it right boy and maybe I praise ya
Playin' the I got soul too
Voice my opinion volume
Smooth, no I am
Rough, I'm the man

No matter the name, we're all the same
in one big chess game
Yeah, the of power
Is in the house, go take a boy
P.E. a group, a crew, not
We were black
We're rap
You can't angle us, I know you're
I you pissin' in you're pants
You're of us dissin' us
The is missin' 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 down your throat Barkley
See the car keys, you'll never get
belong to the 98 posse
You some more son, you want to get some
Rush the door on a store, up the album
You the rhythm, the rhyme plus the beat is designed
So I can enter mind, Boys
the noise, my time
Step aside for the flex, X