Luyện nghe bài hát Rhymin' & Stealin'

Because on the bounty's what we're all about
I'm gonna board your and turn it on out
No sucker with a parrot on his shoulder
'Cause I'm bad gettin' bolder, getting colder
suckers on the seven seas
And if got beef, you'll get capped in the knees
We got sixteen men on a dead man's
And I those suckers and I'll shoot the rest

illingest be-boy - I got that feeling
'Cause I am most ill and I'm and stealin'

Snatching gold chains, vicking pieces of
I got your money and your honey and the fly name
We got wenches on the benches, and with titties
Housing all girlies from city to
One for all and all for one
out M.C.'s with a big shotgun
All for one and one for all
Because the Boys have gone A.W.O.L.
Friggin' in the riggin' and cuttin' throat
Big biting getting thrown in the moat
We got maidens and wenches, man on the ace
Captain Bly is die when we break his face

illingest be-boy, I got that feeling
'Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and

Ali and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty
Ali and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty
Ali Baba and the thieves
Ali and the forty thieves
Ali and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty

Torching and and rhymin' and stealin'
and raping, busting two in the ceiling
I'm wheeling', I'm dealin', I'm drinking, not
cower, never shower, and I'm always stinking
Yo ho ho and a bottom glass
And when my shakes her hips, she sure gets funky
chasing, free basing, killing every village
We drink and rob and rhyme and

Most illingest be-boy, I got that
'Cause I am ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'

I've been my rum, a def son of a gun
I fought the law and I won
Black weak, Moby Dick's on the tick
'Cause I out the jammy and squeeze off six
My pistol is loaded, I Betty Crocker
Deliver Colonel Sanders to Davey Jones' locker
Rhymin' and in a drunken state
And I'll be rockin' my all the way to Hell's gate

illingest b-boy, I got that feeling
I am ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most illingest b-boy, I got that
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and
Most illingest b-boy, I got feeling
'Cause I am most ill and I'm and stealin'
dillingest b-boy, I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and
Most b-boy,
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and
Most b-boy,
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and

Most out b-boy, I'm tossin' my dust
Most finkinest b-boy, I'm doin' finkin'
Most b-boy, I'm stretchin' my shade
Most shootinest b-boy, I you're shit

rhyminest b-boy, I'll steal your shit homeboy
Most taxinest b-boy, tax you boy
Most illingest illingest b-boy
Taxin' all squares, yeah!