Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Co. Cane Flow

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

Yeah, I said it, you need to do is get back
To reading credits, we them
Alphabetically stuck on that English
Knock it, knock it before we pour
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, whoever laugh him a head up

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

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

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

Now put blix up
These Riddick Bowe cuts, is swoll like penile flicks, 'em 20
The danger in his let you know he's a brawler
Bring your tallest champs like that taller

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

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

String 'em up, bring 'em up under whack junk
And get that out your hand, punk, jump and get your smacked
Foul, we all the rules, bro
You slow, you the soup 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 nice guys who first
So nice try, but the prize is ours

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

And we was told to hop on no dick by Prince Paul
We stayed original ever since
First to do a lot of in the game, but the last to say it
No to place it on a scale to weigh it

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

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

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