Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Da Spot

I'm the bomb, off all types alarms
My palms, be swift the pen like 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 Dick of
Bitch, walk the walk if you the talk
I DK New Jerz, and York
I don't a lot of vehicles, but I push 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 respect due
Ice a nigga that wanna get diced
Slice the mic like the body of Christ, twice
E Double if you feel me hit me
(A breaker one, a two)
trouble to your family and friends
Let me cut the bullshit, just hand me yo
Got out there cause you were Mack without 10
Punch you in your chin, the rucker, bringer, live 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

Rock da
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Now first of all I go for broke, check the third note
I make you feel your water broke
Can't tell whether or female
I fucked up your frame well, the monogram 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
indo and out-do, dick run in and out yo
Bitch, about inch up the clit
Can you feel me comin, yeah I usually make em
I MC's up for auction
So I can sell em on Saturday, Keith put the bat
lay in the cut, so we can break his whole anatomy down
And turn an ass-kicking holiday
Word, I with the Funklord
With more flavors them motherfuckers on them Benetton billboards
He's bleeding get the
He shoulda knew Def Squad is who I kill for
Push the clip in, slide the top
Make it's off safety, in case he wanna counteract
Shit like that get me
So I crack your ass corn while your bitch crack my Beck's

Rock da
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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 universal lingo, the odd speaks
Control more blacks than week, freak
that leak at full peak
Peace to Greg Street, and radio technique
College radio, I mack shit like 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 never seen
So when you come inside, and do the
Watch the double-pump shotgun and 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 SAYWHAT on motherfucker
Coming to you from WFDS radio from da Brick City