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 inclined to pen
Without a producer's name all over the track

Yeah, I said it, you need to do is get back
To reading credits, we them
Alphabetically on that English shit
Knock it, knock it before we that
Sure shot more Rock Co. flow

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

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

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

or dude, we need food
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 your kicks up, a stick up

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

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

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

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

You go lights, camera, action no makeup
We, De La to the death, or at least until we up
Here's a of nice guys who finished 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 life the drum
Everyone 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 Prince
We original ever 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 to weigh it

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

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

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