Luyện nghe bài hát Rhymes I Express

Bass, snare in your eardrum
outcome, lyrical tantrum
Energy enters me, power
Phonograph and crafts mic warlord
G Rap the lyric dictator
DJ Polo the operator
crush, squash, rhymes are harsh
All spectators will be
Sons, daughters, reporters
Receive my command and our orders
Poetry slavery observe
This is hip-hop your optical
Deserves no need to
Plain simple, by the temple, the brain
Maintain with pain, well
a lamebrain will be expelled
Big boss, with force
And of course, you'll be driven
Banded, musically
Complete the beat and end it,

Put you in a (trance)
the rhymes that I (express)
Yo put you in a (trance)
With the that I (express)

I chant my competitors can't
Physical is of a power plant
Mic interpretating faster
Than any perpetrating broadcaster
I and MC's pray
Cause under x-ray they are
And down to their initial
In no to be official
In hip-hop not the or the median
I'm at the top you're a clown and a
A big waste of wax tax
royalties couldn't buy a can of Ajax
Not rhymes are pathetic
My beat is so you'll become a diabetic
revolving and rotating
That's how the starts motivating

Vocally discharging like magic
Poetical recital is vital and
Strikes are fatal on the mic I
Me Kool G Rap and on the table
and intruders
I'll exile barbarian style like an
muta-late later
Copycatters I batter, G Rap
Brains my rhyme is the solution
Record rotation a revolution
The spin another plate blends and
It corresponds to the message sent
Even destroy boys a safety pen
Men who try to dis I
Then diminish, cities I conquer
If I'm a toy boy, I'm as Tonka
me on your MTV
These rhymes I is called poetry