Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Co. Cane Flow

Up in them five star and two mic rhymes
Be average MC's of the times
them, we craft gems
So systematically to pen lines
Without sayin' a producer's name all 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 we pour that
Sure shot more Rock Co. Kane

the top of the key, the 3 Villain
Been on in the game as as you can wheelie Schwinn
Turn the 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 than a bump of raw medicine
To write all night long, the hourglass is still
Flow from Hellborn to Free like Wilco

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

or dude, we need food
Eat your teams for sure, the streets sure 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 Bowe cuts, is swoll penile flicks, give 'em 20
The in his eyes'll let you know he's a brawler
Bring your tallest champs like that taller

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

Doom 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 weight of they 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 fools, his Impulse like Yugo

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

say the good die young, so I added some
Bad ass to my flavor to my life 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 one's dick by Paul
We original ever since y'all
to do a lot of things in the game, but the last to say it
No need to place it on a to weigh it

And do it for the plays or to raise the bar
Yet it's 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 hold

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

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