Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Da Spot

I'm the bomb, off all types alarms
My palms, be swift with the pen Lynn Swann's
assault, against an MC
Beat him down with the mic and all types of
It's mad real in Da Bricks, plus I thick
You can this, I'm the Moby Dick of dopeness
Bitch, walk the if you talk the talk
I DK New Jerz, and DK-New
I don't a lot of vehicles, but I push a used one
a tape deck, if it's feasible
Tell the truth, I don't own a Lex
But I get you souped when I rock due
Ice a nice nigga wanna get diced
Slice the mic device like the body of Christ,
E Double if you me hit me once
(A breaker one, a two)
Cause trouble to your family and
Let me cut the bullshit, just hand me yo
Got caught out cause you were Mack without 10
Punch you in your chin, the rucker, bringer, live Hell
But stay cooler a double L
a felony to a misdemeanor
Now the subpeonaed me to get my act cleaner
Fuck that, walk out holdin my strap, blunt, grabbing my weiner

da spot
Yo

Now first of all I go for broke, the third quarter note
I make you feel your water broke
Can't tell whether male or
I up your frame well, the monogram can't tell
All aboard my balls, cause my
Don't got a lot of for the rest of y'all
Grab on my pubics, let my music flight
Rock indo and out-do, run in and out yo
Bitch, about nine up the clit
Can you feel me comin, I usually make em shit
I shines MC's up for
So I can sell em on Saturday, put the bat away
Let's lay in the cut, so we can break his whole down
And turn an ass-kicking holiday
Word, I rolls with the
With more flavors them motherfuckers on them Benetton billboards
He's get the gauze
He shoulda knew Def crew is who I kill for
Push the in, slide the top back
Make sure it's off safety, in he wanna counteract
Shit like get me vexed
So I crack your ass like corn while your crack my Beck's

Rock da
Yo

Aiyyo, catch picture, of me in the mixture
So you won't forget the Jack the Ripper
Sorceror offin y'all with
A universal lingo, the odd speaks
Control more blacks than Harlem week,
Smokin that leak at peak
Peace to Greg Street, and underground radio
College radio, know I shit like Maceo
Yeah, the East coast West coast giver
I oughta be an alkie, the way I hit
Deliver, the to your door
Real raw shit you never before
So when you come inside, and do the
the double-pump shotgun and please don't run
Relax your minds, let conscience be free
And get money, and G's and roll these

da spot
Yo

This is DJ on this motherfucker
Coming to you live from WFDS from da Brick City