Luyện nghe bài hát Sh. Fe. MC's

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

Verse 1:

No for, introductions, cause I know you know my name and
Knocking MC's out the frame and, them suckers to shame and
I live for hip-hop, so I no time for fun and games and
So just come and the unique styles we are displaying
The beat's just ridiculous, the 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) they rhyme, like that red rugby shirt worn by Gilligan
Plus the hat, they (shit) is
When you see me coming take ten steps
I make of the pronouns, adjectives, verbs
My granny says "You always had a way words"
And that's because my is bond, lyrics are laws
Sucker MC's at me like I'm friggin' eye sore

2: Posdnuos

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

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

3: Q-Tip

When I rhyme, the just ripples
You sound sick, I hope cells get sickles
You into real stiff (shit)
Then I bet it cut the chit chit
Cause the Ab will, be than a Ginsu
Cutter or bum (ass) head for the gutter
This is not a game and we looking 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 left
A lot of bull(shit) rhymes start to get play
But I'm here to say rhymes to pay
I'm the type of brother writes until my knuckles get nary
And the domepiece, the rhymes will carry
Then to my throat then the quotes hit the air
As I stand with the wares
Rhymes get slot times, move from the jack
It's the verbal constructor, MC's is wack
I a girl do the bogle, doo doo brown and all
Make (niggas) up, drink Don, and have a ball
I ainimate the unlively with the verbal
The Abstract, the wack
Motivator of the many Moses
through, bringing games into the dummies that pose us
That you the sub relator of the sub culture
Like a vulture I swoop down on crowns, cause confusion all
Mental burdens I bring to who sing
They sad songs, money, the dough's not
on the other hand is lent me tight
The gets real, real, real

4: Dove

Real down to I hit the Long Island Rail
You never see me with the horn and the tail
I got the kid for your mind I design it sender
Smoking made from my neighbors, and the
50/50 luck takes the "S" off my
the "S" on my chest makes a mess
Settling for Superman, stupid man, put on your
Now your (ass) be guessing like molasass
the menu, next on the platter
Hey that (bitch) at? (He's right here boy!)
I gotta see what I got and who I'm it with
This ain't no nickle dime game that I'm peddling
Mikie Rose said "Stop riding, it be
me out how I be vibing"
Packing hard like pistol but my got the crystal
Told me if I ever it just *whistle*
to Griff Dog for the razor
Much to Joe but for the favor
It's a million brothers trying to make it in this world
I'm glad I got a baby