Luyện nghe bài hát Redbull

RZA came and got me, this what I to do, come on
Ring the so it's time to eat
Brick Dog weed inta AMI-seats, bomb inside the palm
Doc rock a wife beater with me my wife ass ironed on
The front, my pump built like the
To it I take the spare out the trunk
I stay hungry, I ain't worked for
That's why you see the pump the curtains raise

Blast, panic
Do I explain how I tame and lock
The rap game Hell nah
I won't tell you son, if I find a ID, I sell you one
Doc and Hot Nick,
My lecture's like Lector's
Where's the ketchup? Don't on it, shut ya trap
I see ya crew yellow like mustard packs

Ah woo, Doc in my own
You say you got the rap games
But it's wrong
I ride through ya hood in a Mr. truck
Then a mac out a box of snow cones
Yeah, ya fucks
Gimme ya fuckin'

Uhuh, it
I'm hotter than a hundred with my coat on
Playing a dynamite stick, where did I go wrong?
pull the fire along when Jonny stomp
If ya leavin' ya clothes and boots torn
Pro's and con's, megabomb's and
By actions try MC's to get their roll on
First issue, got

What is hip-hop to hot
It's like Doc to snot tissues, word
at my hand and get the third
Finger out ya ear hole like "Fuck you heard"
Now, that's what I call hardcore, act fool
Mr. Fix-It like Handyman I tool
I been shitty, I'm from the veils of the
And because my outfit match don't make me pretty

Baggy Dun Gurees, dick need room to
In a room full of crackers I cut the cheese
Ain't no rules to the
If it is we ain't
In your business like EPMD, "So sayin'?"
You co-designin' that yo man tryin'
Chaka cha-ta tatat
flyin'

Yo, ya
Check, the code echoes magazines to the big screen
Fo' wheel like ya wits scream, kids fiend
From the urban to
Roll upon me thirstin' "Hey, hey, Mister Dream-Merchant"
We roll longer than dice in a
Cee-lo in the 4, 5 or 6 with 0
Behind the windows I lie low
On some hydro tryin' to from the 5-0

But now, get wild similar to Ol'
On third time felon hit with over 30
No worries, style have 'em so
degree heats are quittin' on me
Cold turkey, no
I bring the pain of a hundred
But a thousand shoutin' my name that's why I
But bring the cash burst, then the outburst
My surround sound pound ya ear like Jevon

I flex outside I find a next hustle
with ya here and face the tec-muscle
Even the best buckle win, I take it to the
It gets ugly, but what a nigga do to get cream
life