Luyện nghe bài hát Rhymes I Express

Bass, drum in your eardrum
Musical outcome, lyrical
Energy me, power absorbed
arts and crafts mic warlord
Kool G Rap the lyric
DJ the fader operator
crush, squash, rhymes are harsh
All spectators will be
Sons, daughters, paper
Receive my and follow our orders
Poetry biters observe
This is your optical nerve
no need to explain
Plain simple, by the temple, the brain
Maintain with pain, well
Only a lamebrain be expelled
Big boss, with force
And of course, you'll be driven
Banded, blended
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 structure is of a plant
Mic master interpretating
Than any perpetrating fraud
I and MC's pray
Cause x-ray they are Parkay
And artificial down to initial
In no position to be
In hip-hop not the surface or the
I'm at the top you're a clown and a
A big of wax plus tax
Your royalties couldn't buy a can of
Not energetic are pathetic
My beat is so sweet you'll become a
revolving and rotating
That's how the record motivating

discharging lyrics like magic
Poetical recital is vital and
Strikes are on the mic I label
Me Kool G Rap and on the table
and intruders
I'll barbarian style like an executor
muta-late later
Copycatters I batter, G Rap
Brains scatter my is the solution
Record rotation forms a
The spin extends another blends and
It corresponds to the message sent
Even destroy boys with a pen
Men who try to dis I
Then I'll diminish, I conquer
If I'm a toy boy, I'm tough as
me on your MTV
These I design is called poetry