Luyện nghe bài hát Redbull

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

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

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

Uhuh, it
I'm hotter than a hundred degrees with my on
Playing with a stick, where did I go wrong?
Somebody pull the fire along Jonny stomp
If ya lukewarm leavin' ya clothes and boots
Pro's and con's, megabomb's and
By arid actions try 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 Handyman I pack tool
I been shitty, I'm from the veils of the
And just because my outfit match make me pretty

Baggy Dun Gurees, need room to breathe
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 EPMD, "So whatcha sayin'?"
You co-designin' that yo man tryin'
chaka cha-ta tatat
Slugs

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

But now, get similar to Ol' Dirty
On third time felon hit with over 30
No worries, have 'em so thirsty
First degree heats are on me
turkey, no mercy
I bring the pain of a migraines
But a thousand shoutin' my name that's why I
But first bring the burst, then the outburst
My sound pound ya ear like Jevon Kearse

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