Luyện nghe bài hát Respect Mine

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Bắt đầu làm bài nào

Yo whassup how you, yeah
up and down
This is the chef comin out of wu-tang
shaolin, to the fullest son!
I mean I'm here now with my nigga, fat ji-doe
Representin the down, and the rest of the tri-borough
So what we gonna do here son
matter fact son, I'm tired of these niggaz man!
up!

[fat
Hey yo it's total devestation, for any mc that
I paint the town red clips and dum-dums and bloodshed
The fat mc, the b-x
like a t-rex, who slips into a three-x
Rappers fuck up, and end up, in the
know the meaning of real, check the dictionary
I got no time for
Makin mc's run for the like the immigration
A puerto rican who be dealin and illin for nothin
You ain't a playa, you bluffin
Point blank, we can even do with gats and shanks
your selection
I can become president, without
I got mad connections, fat joe, the rap
Brainstorms come in swarms, get lost in the
Word to mother I take your
Sodomize your daughter, and make a widow out your
the relentless, nobody can check this
Fat joe, you know the yung and respect this
.. to all the mc's

the chef]
Ch-chk-blaow! move from the now
Nigga respect mine, or the tec-9
Ch-chk-blaow! from the gate now
Nigga respect mine, or anger the
Ch-chk-blaow! move the gate now
Nigga respect mine, or the tec-9
Ch-chk-blaow! move from the now
respect mine, or anger the tec-9
Ch-chk-blaow! move the gate now

[fat
Yo who gets wrecked on the you get wrecked on the spot
I got whole rap shit locked
Many perpetrated, and gladiated
I'm one so yo they hate it
Listen suckers, you don't wanna meet the chuckers
the same motherfucker who said fuck the ruckus
Back in ninety-three, everything was fine and dandy
I was the nigga puttin razors in kids candy
Mad connivin, it get any worser
Best reverse them disperse
if you get loud and curse
You don't put any fear in my
Don't even start, you get apart
Fat joe, the life
Yo I get trife, and do a number on ass
With the butcher knife - after slice, yea
Causin destructional horror, than the antichrist
Niggaz know the motherfuckin
Joe represents b-lawn, respect