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 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 push a one
a tape deck, if it's feasible
Tell the truth, I don't own a Lex
But I get you souped when I respect 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 one, a breaker two)
Cause trouble to your and friends
Let me cut the bullshit, just me yo ends
Got out there cause you were Mack without 10
Punch you in your chin, the rucker, bringer, from Hell
But stay cooler than a L
Turn a to a misdemeanor
Now the subpeonaed me to get my act cleaner
Fuck that, walk out holdin my strap, blunt, grabbing my weiner

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Now first of all I go for broke, check the third note
I make you feel like your broke
Can't whether male or female
I fucked up your frame well, the monogram tell
All aboard my balls, cause my
Don't got a lot of room for the rest of
Grab on my pubics, let my music flight
Rock and out-do, dick run in and out yo
Bitch, about nine up the clit
Can you feel me comin, yeah I usually make em
I MC's up for auction
So I can em on Saturday, Keith put the bat away
Let's lay in the cut, so we can break his anatomy down
And turn into an ass-kicking
Word, I rolls the Funklord
With more than them motherfuckers on them Benetton billboards
He's get the gauze
He shoulda knew Def Squad is who I kill for
Push the clip in, the top back
Make it's off safety, in case he wanna counteract
like that get me vexed
So I crack your ass like corn while bitch crack my Beck's

Rock da
Yo

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

Rock da
Yo

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