Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Da Spot

I'm the bomb, ringing off all alarms
My palms, be swift with the pen like Lynn
assault, against an MC
Beat him with the mic and all types of pedigrees
mad real in Da Bricks, plus I roll thick
You can quote this, I'm the Moby of dopeness
Bitch, walk the walk if you talk the
I DK New Jerz, and DK-New
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 that get diced
Slice the mic device like the of Christ, twice
E Double if you feel me hit me
(A breaker one, a two)
Cause trouble to your family and
Let me cut the bullshit, just me yo ends
Got caught out there cause you were without 10
Punch you in chin, the rucker, bringer, live from Hell
But stay cooler a double L
Turn a felony to a
Now the court me to get my act cleaner
Fuck that, still walk out holdin my strap, blunt, my weiner

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

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

da spot
Yo

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