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 inclined to pen
Without sayin' a 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 before we 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
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 it made him tougher than a bump of raw medicine
To write all night long, the hourglass is still
Flow from Hellborn to Power like Wilco

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

Broad or dude, we need
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, it's a up

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

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

brung that bum, there goes that news van again
Act like you like, Toucan Sam an' 'em
He eat rappers part of a complete breakfast
Your rhymes ain't worth the of they 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 no makeup
We, De La to the death, or at least we break up
Here's a couple of guys who finished first
So nice try, but the prize is ours

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

And we was to hop on no one's dick by Prince Paul
We stayed original ever since
First to do a lot of things in the game, but the to say it
No need to it on a scale to weigh it

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

The elements are airborne, I the success
Yo, cookie cut the shit and get the gingerbread man
Sacrifice mics and push drugs to rappers
ponies 'til I turn blue in the lips

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