Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Da Spot

I'm the bomb, ringing off all alarms
My palms, be with the pen like Lynn Swann's
Aggravated assault, an MC
Beat him down with the mic and all of pedigrees
It's mad real in Da Bricks, plus I roll
You can quote this, I'm the Moby Dick of
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
With a deck, if it's feasible
Tell the truth, I don't own a Lex
But I get you souped when I rock due
Ice a nice nigga wanna get diced
Slice the mic like the body of Christ, twice
E if you feel me hit me once
(A breaker one, a two)
trouble to your family and friends
Let me cut the bullshit, just me yo ends
Got caught out cause you were Mack without 10
Punch you in your chin, the rucker, bringer, live from
But stay cooler a double L
a felony to a misdemeanor
Now the court me to get my act cleaner
Fuck that, walk out holdin my strap, blunt, grabbing my weiner

Rock da
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Now first of all I go for broke, check the third quarter
I you feel like your water broke
Can't whether male or female
I up your frame well, the monogram can't tell
All aboard my balls, cause my
Don't got a lot of room for the of y'all
on my pubics, let my music take flight
Rock indo and out-do, run in and out yo
Bitch, nine inch 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
Let's lay in the cut, so we can break his whole down
And turn into an holiday
Word, I rolls the Funklord
With more flavors than them motherfuckers on them billboards
bleeding get the gauze
He shoulda knew Def Squad crew is who I 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 like corn while bitch crack my Beck's

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

Rock da
Yo

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