Luyện nghe bài hát Rebel Without a Pause

Yes, the rhythm, the
Without a pause, I'm my level
The hard rhymer, where you been I'm in
You want stylin', you know it's time
D the enemy, you to hear it
They praised the music, time they play the lyrics
Some say no to the album, the
Bum the sound I made a year ago
I guess you know, you guess I'm a radical
Not a sabbatical, yes to make it
The part your 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 they're clocking my zone it's known
Snakin' and takin' everything that a brother
Hard, my calling
and orderd, supporter of Chesimard
Loud and proud kickin' live poet supreme
a troop, bazooka, the scheme
Flavor, a in his own mind
Supporter of my
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
turn, suckers burn to learn
They can't dis-able the power of my
Def Jam, you who I am
The enemy's public, they give a damn
Strong Island, I got 'em wild and
That's the reason they're claimin' I'm violent
Never silent, no 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 want to be an S.1, Griff will tell you
And then you'll come, you'll know what it is
Impeach the president, out the ray-gun
Zap the next one, I could be you're
Suckers, last a minute
Soft and smooth, I ain't it
Hardcore, rawbone like a
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
the role I got soul too
Voice my opinion volume
Smooth, no I am
Rough, I'm the man

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

X

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