Luyện nghe bài hát Rebel Without a Pause

Yes, the rhythm, the
Without a pause, I'm my level
The rhymer, where you never been I'm in
You stylin', you know 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 sound I a year ago
I you know, you guess I'm just a radical
Not a sabbatical, yes to make it
The only part your body should be to
Panther on the hour 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 it's
Snakin' and everything that a brother owns
Hard, my calling
Recorded and orderd, of Chesimard
Loud and proud kickin' next poet supreme
Loop a troop, bazooka, the
Flavor, a in his own mind
Supporter of my
Designed to scatter a line of suckers who I do crime

X

From a rebel final on black vinyl
Soul, and roll comin' like a rhino
Tables turn, suckers burn to
They can't dis-able the power of my
Def Jam, you who I am
The enemy's public, really give a damn
Strong Island, I got 'em wild and
That's the reason claimin' that I'm violent
Never silent, no dope dumb nope
Claimin' we get our rhythm from
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 come, you'll know what time it is
Impeach the president, out the ray-gun
Zap the next one, I could be Sho-gun
Suckers, last a minute
and smooth, I ain't with it
Hardcore, rawbone like a
I'm like a lazer, I just graze ya
Old enough to raise ya, so will faze ya
Get it boy and maybe I will praise ya
the role I got soul too
Voice my opinion with
Smooth, no I am
Rough, I'm the man

No matter what the name, we're all the
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 black Wranglers
rap stranglers
You can't us, I know you're listenin'
I caught you pissin' in you're
You're of us dissin' us
The is missin' us
We're on a boy

X

Attitude, when I'm on
on the loose, electric wire
Simple and plain, give me the
I'll throw it down your throat Barkley
See the car keys, never get these
belong to the 98 posse
You want some son, you want to get some
Rush the on a store, pick up the album
You the rhythm, the rhyme plus the beat is designed
So I can enter your mind,
Bring the noise, my
Step aside for the flex, X