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
It's mad real in Da Bricks, plus I thick
You can quote this, I'm the Moby of dopeness
Bitch, walk the if you talk the talk
I DK New Jerz, and York
I push a lot of vehicles, but I push a used one
a tape deck, if it's feasible
Tell the truth, I own a Lex Coupe
But I get you souped when I rock due
Ice a nice that wanna get diced
the mic device like the body of Christ, twice
E Double if you feel me hit me
(A one, a breaker two)
Cause trouble to family and friends
Let me cut the bullshit, just hand me yo
Got caught out there cause you were without 10
Punch you in chin, the rucker, bringer, live from Hell
But stay than 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, grabbing my

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Now first of all I go for broke, check the third note
I make you feel like water broke
Can't whether male or female
I up your frame well, the monogram can't tell
All my balls, cause my dick
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 inch up the
Can you feel me comin, yeah I usually em shit
I MC's up for auction
So I can sell em on Saturday, put the bat away
lay in the cut, so we can break his whole anatomy down
And into an ass-kicking holiday
Word, I with the Funklord
more flavors than them motherfuckers on them Benetton billboards
He's get the gauze
He shoulda knew Def Squad crew is who I for
Push the clip in, slide the top
Make sure it's off safety, in case he counteract
like 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 the black Jack the Ripper
Sorceror y'all with techniques
A universal lingo, the odd speaks
Control more blacks than week, freak
Smokin that at full peak
Peace to Greg Street, and underground technique
College radio, know I mack shit Maceo
Yeah, the East coast West dick giver
I be an alkie, the way I hit liver
Deliver, the milk to door
Real raw shit you seen before
So you come inside, and do the front
Watch the double-pump and please don't run
Relax your minds, let conscience be free
And get money, and G's and these trees

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