Luyện nghe bài hát Rebel Without a Pause

Yes, the rhythm, the
Without a pause, I'm lowering my
The rhymer, where you never been I'm in
You want stylin', you know time again
D the enemy, you to hear it
They praised the music, this time they play the
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 only your body should be parting to
power on the hour from the rebel to you

Radio, suckers never me
On the mix, O.K. me
Now known and grown when they're clocking my zone it's
and takin' everything that a brother owns
Hard, my calling
Recorded and orderd, of Chesimard
Loud and kickin' live next poet supreme
a troop, bazooka, the scheme
Flavor, a in his own mind
Supporter of my
Designed to scatter a line of who claim I do crime

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From a it's final on black vinyl
Soul, and roll comin' like a rhino
Tables turn, suckers to learn
They can't dis-able the of my label
Def Jam, you who I am
The public, they really give a damn
Strong Island, I got 'em wild and
That's the reason they're claimin' I'm violent
Never silent, no dope gettin' dumb
Claimin' we get our rhythm from
Number one, we hit ya and we ya some
No gun, and never on the run
You to be an S.1, Griff will tell you when
And you'll come, you'll know what time it is
the president, pullin' out the ray-gun
Zap the one, I could be you're Sho-gun
Suckers, don't a minute
Soft and smooth, I with it
Hardcore, rawbone a razor
I'm like a lazer, I won't graze 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 matter what the name, all the same
Pieces in one big 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 caught you pissin' in pants
You're scared of us us
The is missin' us
We're on a boy

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Attitude, when I'm on
Juice on the loose, wire
Simple and plain, give me the
I'll throw it down your throat Barkley
See the car keys, you'll get these
belong to the 98 posse
You some more son, you want to get some
Rush the door on a store, pick up the
You know the rhythm, the rhyme plus the beat is
So I can enter mind, Boys
Bring the noise, my
Step aside for the flex, X