Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Co. Cane Flow

Up in five star tellies and two mic rhymes
Be them average of the times
Unlike them, we craft
So systematically to pen lines
sayin' a producer's name all over the track

Yeah, I said it, what you to do is get back
To credits, we them medics
Alphabetically on that English shit
it, knock it before we pour that
Sure shot more Rock Co. Kane

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

He got jumped, it pumped his
He said it him tougher than a bump of raw medicine
To write all night long, the hourglass is slow
Flow from Hellborn to Free like Wilco

And owe the bills, pay dues forever
Slay huge when it 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

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

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

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

String 'em up, bring 'em up under whack junk
And get that out your hand, punk, jump and get 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 with no
We, De La to the death, or at until we break up
Here's a of nice guys who finished first
So try, but the prize is ours dispersed

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

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

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

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

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