Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Co. Cane Flow

Up in them five tellies and two mic rhymes
Be them average MC's of the
Unlike them, we craft
So systematically to pen lines
Without sayin' a producer's name all the track

Yeah, I said it, what you need to do is get
To credits, we them medics
Alphabetically on that English shit
Knock it, it before we pour that
Sure more Rock Co. Kane flow

the top of the key, the 3 Villain
Been on in the game as long as you can Schwinn
Turn the corner spinnin', bust ass and get up
Dust off the mask, laugh give him a head up

He got jumped, it his adrenaline
He said it him tougher than a bump of raw medicine
To all night long, the hourglass is still slow
Flow from Hellborn to Power like Wilco

And owe the bills, pay dues forever
Slay huge when it comes to who's cleverer
Use to a leather goose ski with a fur collar
Hand charged a fee for loose leaf words for dollar, ya heard?

or dude, we need food
Eat teams for sure, the streets sure seem rude
For fam the partridges, pardon him for the mix-up
Battle for your Atari cartridges or put your up, it's a stick up

Now put your up
These Riddick cuts, is swoll like penile flicks, give 'em 20
The danger in his eyes'll let you know a brawler
Bring your tallest champs that much taller

Ten pounds heavier, one step of it
Vocab, stamina, style's all
Camps and cliques, units, crews and clans
Even your tongues'll fuck around and leave mouth

Doom that bum, there goes that news van again
Act like you knew like, Sam an' 'em
He eat rappers part of a complete breakfast
Your rhymes ain't worth the weight of cheap necklace

String 'em up, bring 'em up under whack snack
And get out your hand, punk, jump and get your dunk smacked
Foul, we all the rules, bro
You slow, you blow the soup on your fools, his Impulse Yugo

You go lights, camera, action with no
We, De La to the death, or at least we break up
Here's a couple of nice guys who first
So try, but the prize is ours dispersed

They say the good die young, so I added
Bad ass to my flavor to prolong my life the drum
cools off from bein' hot
It's if you can handle bein' cold or not

And we was told to hop on no dick by Prince Paul
We stayed original ever y'all
to do a lot of things in the game, but the last to say it
No need to place it on a scale to it

And don't do it for the plays or to the bar
Yet raised anyway, so amazin' are
The three L.I. brothers a other way of thinkin'
Hey, your lady's winkin', I think you need to that
Or I have to hold

The elements are airborne, I smell the
Yo, let's cookie cut the shit and get the man
mics and push drugs to these rappers
Puff ponies 'til I turn in the lips

broads like 7 Up, so refreshing
I I'll pop these verses like first dates to birthdates
2 1, 1 9, 6 8
Too old to rhyme, too bad, too