Luyện nghe bài hát Sh. Fe. MC's

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

Verse 1:

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

2: Posdnuos

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

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

3: Q-Tip

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

Verse 4:

Real down to Earth I hit the Long Island
You never see me tango with the and the tail
I got the kid for your I design it like sender
Smoking made hope my neighbors, and the
luck takes the "S" off my chest
Cause the "S" on my chest a mess
Settling for Superman, stupid man, put on your
Now your (ass) be slow guessing like
Continue the menu, on the platter
Hey where that (bitch) at? (He's right boy!)
I gotta see what I got and who I'm getting it
This no nickle dime game that I'm peddling with
Rose said "Stop riding, it be dividing
me out how I be vibing"
Packing like pistol but my pops got the crystal
Told me if I ever need it just
to Griff Dog for the razor
Much respects to Joe but for the
It's about a million brothers to make it in this world
I'm glad I got a baby