Luyện nghe bài hát Sh. Fe. MC's

We are here to tell the world who we are
Shocking (MC's), shocking female (MC's) (Repeat 2x)

Verse 1:

No need for, introductions, cause I you know my name and
Knocking MC's out the and, putting them suckers to shame and
I live for hip-hop, so I no time for fun and games and
So just come and peep the unique styles we are
The just ridiculous, the lyrics articulate
good, as if a girl just touched her (tits)
Sucker MC's, I'm 'em, I'm so sick of seeing 'em
Silly (shit) when rhyme, like that red rugby shirt worn by Gilligan
Plus the hat, (shit) is wack
When you see me take ten steps back
I usage of the pronouns, adjectives, verbs
My granny says "You had a way with words"
And that's because my is bond, lyrics are laws
Sucker look at me like I'm friggin' eye sore

Verse 2:

Heere comes a hipping others on the style they lack
always rhymed abstract, I even know the brother named Abstract
I am the earner of the in mine
Forget the physical cause the physical die with time
I'm shaped to vibrate in proportions
Of the who need the fix (Just listen to the mix)
I just imagine constant non-stop for the
Like (niggas) use the Clinton loops as if they owned the
Ducks be bleeding from illegal feeding on my
I the Mardi Gras to your face
I outwit in my rhyme cipher
I can lick them cause they're victims of the subconscious race
Tossing in front of false reps?
It's not the 187 when the 360
You swallow the from the plate of elevate
Or you might get sparked by the who got the weight
So recessitating rap like the hicks do Presley
It's the kid who peed the jeans in Orleans off of
Just be MC nine, if you let me rhyme nine times infinitely I will

I let my Walkman from Sony play cassettes from
guarantees to put me on the narrow road
Ayo, it from me, Plug 3, and Ali explode!

Verse 3:

When I rhyme, the effect just
You sick, I hope your cells get sickles
You formulate into real (shit)
Then I bet that it cut the chit
Cause the Ab will, be than a Ginsu
Cutter or your bum (ass) head for the
is not a game and we ain't looking for the fame
That ain't the aim, we to rip the jam out the frame
My with paper is amazing
So to say mad trails are left blazing
A whole lot of bull(shit) rhymes start to get
But I'm to say real rhymes to pay
I'm the type of brother writes until my knuckles get nary
And the domepiece, the rhymes will carry
Then transported to my throat then the hit the air
As I stand dipped with the
get slot times, move back from the jack
It's the verbal constructor, MC's is wack
I make a girl do the bogle, doo doo and all
Make (niggas) jump up, Don, and have a ball
I ainimate the unlively with the combat
The Abstract, never the
of the many like Moses
Moving through, bringing into the dummies that pose us
That you the sub relator of the sub culture
a vulture I swoop down on crowns, cause confusion all around
Mental burdens I bring to who sing
They sad songs, money, the dough's not
Mine on the other hand is me tight
The Abstract gets real, real,

Verse 4:

Real to Earth I hit the Long Island Rail
You see me tango with the horn and the tail
I got the kid for your mind I design it like
Smoking made from my neighbors, and the
50/50 luck takes the "S" off my
Cause the "S" on my chest makes a
Settling for Superman, stupid man, put on your
Now your (ass) be slow like molasass
the menu, next on the platter
Hey where that (bitch) at? (He's right boy!)
I see what I got and who I'm getting it with
This ain't no nickle dime game that I'm with
Mikie Rose "Stop riding, it be dividing
me out how I be vibing"
Packing hard pistol but my pops got the crystal
Told me if I need it just *whistle*
to Griff Dog for the razor
Much respects to Joe but for the
It's a million brothers trying to make it in this world
I'm glad I got a girl