Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Da Spot

I'm the bomb, off all types alarms
My palms, be with the pen like Lynn Swann's
assault, against an MC
Beat him down the mic and all types of pedigrees
mad real in Da Bricks, plus I roll thick
You can this, I'm the Moby Dick of dopeness
Bitch, walk the if you talk the talk
I DK New Jerz, and York
I don't push a lot of vehicles, but I a used one
a tape deck, if it's feasible
Tell the truth, I own a Lex Coupe
But I get you souped I rock respect due
Ice a nice nigga wanna get diced
Slice the mic device like the of Christ, twice
E Double if you me hit me once
(A breaker one, a two)
Cause trouble to your and friends
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 than a L
Turn a to a misdemeanor
Now the court subpeonaed me to get my act
Fuck that, still walk out my strap, blunt, grabbing my weiner

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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 fucked up your frame well, the can't tell
All aboard my balls, my dick
got a lot of room for the rest of y'all
Grab on my pubics, let my music flight
indo and out-do, dick run in and out yo
Bitch, nine inch up the clit
Can you feel me comin, yeah I make em shit
I shines MC's up for
So I can em on Saturday, Keith put the bat away
Let's lay in the cut, so we can his whole anatomy down
And turn an ass-kicking holiday
Word, I rolls with the
more flavors than them motherfuckers on them Benetton billboards
He's bleeding get the
He shoulda Def Squad crew is who I kill for
Push the clip in, slide the top
sure it's off safety, in case he wanna counteract
Shit like that get me
So I your ass like corn while your bitch crack my Beck's

Rock da
Yo

Aiyyo, catch this picture, of me in the
So you won't forget the Jack the Ripper
Sorceror y'all with techniques
A lingo, with the odd speaks
Control more than Harlem week, freak
Smokin that at full peak
Peace to Greg Street, and radio technique
radio, know I mack shit like Maceo
Yeah, the East coast West coast giver
I oughta be an alkie, the way I hit
Deliver, the milk to door
raw shit you never seen before
So you come inside, and do the front
Watch the shotgun and please don't run
Relax your minds, let conscience be free
And get money, and G's and roll trees

Rock da
Yo

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