Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Co. Cane Flow

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

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

the top of the key, the 3 Villain
Been on in the game as long as you can wheelie
Turn the corner spinnin', that ass and get up
off the mask, whoever 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 slow
Flow from Hellborn to Free Power like

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

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

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

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

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

They say the die young, so I added some
Bad ass to my flavor to prolong my over 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 Paul
We stayed 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 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, lady's winkin', I think 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 mics and push to these rappers
Puff ponies 'til I turn in the lips

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