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 know it's time
D the enemy, tellin' you to it
They praised the music, this time they play the
say no to the album, the show
Bum rush the sound I made a ago
I guess you know, you guess I'm a radical
Not a sabbatical, yes to make it
The only part your should be parting 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 it's known
Snakin' and takin' everything that a brother
Hard, my card
Recorded and orderd, of Chesimard
Loud and proud kickin' next poet supreme
a troop, bazooka, the scheme
Flavor, a in his own mind
of my rhyme
Designed to scatter a line of suckers who I do crime

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From a it's final on black vinyl
Soul, rock and comin' like a rhino
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
silent, no dope gettin' dumb nope
Claimin' 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 what time it is
Impeach the president, pullin' out the
Zap the next one, I be you're Sho-gun
Suckers, don't a minute
and smooth, I ain't with it
Hardcore, like a razor
I'm like a lazer, I just graze ya
Old enough to ya, so this will faze ya
Get it boy and maybe I will praise ya
Playin' the role I got too
Voice my with 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 take a boy
P.E. a group, a crew, not
We were Wranglers
We're rap
You can't angle us, I you're listenin'
I caught you pissin' in pants
You're scared of us us
The crowd is us
We're on a boy

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Attitude, when I'm on
Juice on the loose, electric
Simple and plain, give me the
I'll throw it down your throat Barkley
See the car keys, you'll never get
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 rhyme the beat is designed
So I can your mind, Boys
Bring the noise, my
Step aside for the flex, X