Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Co. Cane Flow

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

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

From the top of the key, the 3
Been on in the game as long as you can wheelie
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 is still slow
Flow from Hellborn to Power like Wilco

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

Broad or dude, we food
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, it's a up

Now put blix up
These Riddick Bowe cuts, is swoll like 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, all irrelevant
Camps and cliques, units, squad and clans
Even your tongues'll fuck around and leave mouth

Doom brung 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 cheap necklace

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

You go lights, camera, with no makeup
We, De La to the death, or at least we break up
a couple 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 my life over the drum
Everyone off from bein' hot
It's if you can handle bein' cold or not

And we was to hop on no one's dick by Prince Paul
We stayed original ever y'all
First to do a lot of things in the game, but the 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 it's raised anyway, so are
The three L.I. from a other way of thinkin'
Hey, your lady's winkin', I think you need to control
Or I to hold that

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

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