Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Da Spot

I'm the bomb, off all types alarms
My palms, be swift with the pen like Swann's
assault, against 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 Moby Dick of
Bitch, walk the if you talk 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 rock due
Ice a nice nigga that wanna get
the mic device like the body of Christ, twice
E Double if you feel me hit me
(A breaker one, a two)
Cause to your family and friends
Let me cut the bullshit, just me yo ends
Got caught out there cause you were Mack 10
Punch you in your chin, the rucker, bringer, from Hell
But stay cooler a double L
a felony to a misdemeanor
Now the court subpeonaed me to get my act
Fuck that, still out holdin my strap, blunt, grabbing my weiner

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Now first of all I go for broke, check the third note
I make you feel like your broke
Can't tell whether male or
I fucked up your frame well, the can't tell
All aboard my balls, cause my
Don't got a lot of room for the 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 MC's 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 anatomy
And turn an ass-kicking holiday
Word, I with the Funklord
With more flavors than them motherfuckers on them billboards
He's get the gauze
He shoulda knew Def crew is who I kill for
the clip in, slide the top back
Make sure it's off safety, in he wanna counteract
like that get me vexed
So I crack your ass like corn while bitch crack my Beck's

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Aiyyo, catch this picture, of me in the
So you won't forget the Jack the Ripper
Sorceror offin with techniques
A lingo, with the odd speaks
Control more blacks than Harlem week,
Smokin that leak at peak
Peace to Greg Street, and radio technique
College radio, know I mack shit Maceo
Yeah, the East coast coast dick giver
I be an alkie, the way I hit liver
Deliver, the milk to your
Real raw shit you seen before
So when you inside, and do the front
the double-pump shotgun and please 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 on this motherfucker
Coming to you live from WFDS radio da Brick City