Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Da Spot

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

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Now of all I go for broke, check the third quarter note
I make you feel like your water
Can't tell male or female
I up your frame well, the monogram 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 take 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 into an ass-kicking holiday
Word, I rolls with the
With more than them motherfuckers on them Benetton billboards
He's bleeding get the
He shoulda knew Def crew is who I kill for
Push the clip in, the top back
Make sure it's off safety, in he wanna counteract
Shit that get me vexed
So I crack your ass like corn while your bitch crack my

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

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