Luyện nghe bài hát Rebel Without a Pause

Yes, the rhythm, the
Without a pause, I'm lowering my
The hard rhymer, where you never I'm in
You want stylin', you it's time again
D the enemy, you to hear it
praised the music, this time they play the lyrics
Some say no to the album, the
Bum rush the I made a year ago
I you know, you guess I'm just a radical
Not a sabbatical, yes to make it
The only part your should be parting to
Panther power on the from the rebel to you

Radio, never play me
On the mix, O.K. me
Now known and grown when they're clocking my zone known
and takin' everything that a brother owns
Hard, my calling
Recorded and orderd, supporter of
Loud and proud live next poet supreme
a troop, bazooka, the scheme
Flavor, a in his own mind
of my rhyme
Designed to a line of suckers who claim 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 dis-able the of my label
Def Jam, you who I am
The enemy's public, they really give a
Island, where I got 'em wild and
That's the reason they're claimin' that I'm
silent, no dope gettin' dumb nope
Claimin' where we get our rhythm
one, we hit ya and we give 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 what time it is
Impeach the president, out the ray-gun
Zap the next one, I could be you're
Suckers, last a minute
and smooth, I ain't with it
Hardcore, rawbone a razor
I'm like a lazer, I won't graze ya
Old enough to raise ya, so this will ya
Get it right boy and maybe I will ya
Playin' the I got soul too
Voice my opinion with
Smooth, no I am
Rough, I'm the man

No matter what the name, all the same
in one big chess game
Yeah, the voice of
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 you're listenin'
I you pissin' in you're pants
You're of us dissin' us
The crowd is 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 your throat Barkley
See the car keys, you'll get these
belong to the 98 posse
You want some more son, you to get some
Rush the door on a store, up the album
You know the rhythm, the rhyme plus the is designed
So I can your mind, Boys
the noise, my time
Step for the flex, Terminator X