Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Da Spot

I'm the bomb, ringing off all types
My palms, be swift with the pen Lynn Swann's
Aggravated assault, an MC
Beat him down with the mic and all types of
It's mad in Da Bricks, plus I roll thick
You can quote this, I'm the Dick of dopeness
Bitch, the walk if you talk the talk
I DK New Jerz, and DK-New
I push a lot of vehicles, but I push a used one
With a tape deck, if feasible
Tell the truth, I don't own a Lex
But I get you souped when I rock due
Ice a nice that wanna get diced
Slice the mic like the body of Christ, twice
E Double if you feel me hit me
(A one, a breaker two)
Cause trouble to your and friends
Let me cut the bullshit, just me yo ends
Got caught out there you were Mack 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 my strap, blunt, grabbing my weiner

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

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Aiyyo, catch picture, of me in the mixture
So you won't forget the black the Ripper
Sorceror offin y'all with
A universal lingo, with the odd
Control more than Harlem week, freak
Smokin that leak at peak
Peace to Greg Street, and underground technique
radio, know I mack shit like Maceo
Yeah, the coast West coast dick giver
I oughta be an alkie, the way I hit
Deliver, the to your door
Real raw shit you seen before
So when you come inside, and do the
Watch the double-pump shotgun and don't run
Relax your minds, let your conscience be
And get money, and G's and these trees

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