Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Co. Cane Flow

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

Yeah, I it, what you need to do is get back
To reading credits, we medics
Alphabetically stuck on that English
Knock it, knock it we pour that
Sure shot more Co. Kane flow

From the top of the key, the 3
Been on in the as long as you can wheelie Schwinn
the corner spinnin', bust that ass and get up
Dust off the mask, whoever laugh him a head up

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

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

Broad or dude, we 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 kicks up, a stick up

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

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

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

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

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

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

And we was to hop on no one's dick by Prince Paul
We stayed original since y'all
First to do a lot of 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 or to raise the bar
Yet it's raised anyway, so are
The three L.I. from 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
Sacrifice mics and drugs to these rappers
Puff 'til I turn blue in the lips

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