Luyện nghe bài hát Rhymin' Wit Kel

Come on,

Who you wit? you at?
Who you wit? you at?

I'm stanking strong, 23 old now
the big, bang boogie and the big pow pow
Ay, yo, you Kel, not much, just keepin' it
With the Philly Blunt King gettin' as a kite

I got no time for bullshittin', I to start lickin'
'Cause niggas get jeal off the shit Kel be
Get your free head ups, I'm seven foot tall
And I ain't scared of none of
shit is off the wall

I be the genie in your lamp, the face on stamp
The hip-hop stompin' all through your camp
We went from smokin' weed in therapy
To takin' out on national TV
So on and so on, furthermore in words
We kick heads to the curb

Who you Where you at?
Who you wit? you at?
Who you Where you at?
Who you wit? you at?

I shook hands with all across the land from to Japan
to the motherland up to Canada
Nigga I, the Damaja
Your rap style is weak and it has no

Ay yo, is for the big quzzlers
Gun smugglers, drug and chelua puffers
Mister to all, you gonna take a fall
For tryin' to walk you crawl

We'll kick 120 in 60 seconds
Niggas on the sideline feeling disrespected
While I dissected your get ejected
I got Kel-Vicious the malicious to wreck it

We can make shit hot or we can keep it cool
But as as a nigga violate the rules
I get the hot quick, yo, Kel be illin' and shit
'Cause, I be down the block with the pistol grip
With all this violence in the

How could I not be a
I stick a nigga up with my mean fuckin' looks
Make a bitch drop her draws grab the and pause
There's many of war
Killer Kel is at the

Who you wit? you at?
Who you wit? you at?
Who you Where you at?
Who you wit? you at?

I be the mad, mad scientist, mad
Getting quick dough off-track betting
Overall you niggas be on arrival
Meanwhile me and Kel be buggin' off

My supporting cast will that ass
I got a and a phone but you can find me on the Ave
Y'all definitely ain't got nothing for us
We'll take it to the streets on and Chuck Norris

You can wake up call, I got the finger
Ya'll can't be sleeping on the block 'cause that's I clock
And New Jack City, smackig motherfuckers out like bitties
Boy bad, boy your rude, boy your vicious, fuck it

get bust now for lookin' suspicious
So I got a 9, pack 9 lives a cat
Word is bond, try to bust 'em bust 'em back
And I don't give a fuck me or you
I damage your whole family your crew