Luyện nghe bài hát Sh. Fe. MC's

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

1: Phife

No need for, introductions, cause I you know my name and
Knocking MC's out the frame and, putting them to shame and
I live for hip-hop, so I have no time for fun and 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 they rhyme, like that red shirt worn by Gilligan
the hat, they (shit) is wack
When you see me coming ten steps back
I make usage of the pronouns, adjectives,
My granny says "You always had a way words"
And that's my word is bond, lyrics are laws
MC's look at me like I'm friggin' eye sore

Verse 2:

Heere a brother hipping others on the style they lack
I've always rhymed abstract, I 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 definite
Of the who need the fix (Just listen to the mix)
I just imagine constant for the rubbishing
Like (niggas) use the Clinton loops as if they owned the
be bleeding from illegal feeding on my verb
I bring the Mardi to your face
I outwit vipers in my rhyme
I can easily lick them they're victims of the subconscious race
periods in front of false reps?
It's not the 187 the 360 slept
You swallow the cake the plate of elevate
Or you get sparked by the crew who got the weight
So recessitating rap like the hicks do with
It's the kid who peed the jeans in off of Nesley
Just be MC number nine, if you let me rhyme nine times I will

I let my from Sony play cassettes from Raboni
Which 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 into real stiff (shit)
Then I bet that it cut the chit
Cause the Ab will, be than a Ginsu
Cutter or bum (ass) head for the gutter
This is not a game and we ain't for the fame
ain't the aim, we came 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) rhymes 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 through the domepiece, the rhymes will
transported to my throat then the quotes hit the air
As I stand dipped with the
Rhymes get slot times, move from the jack
the verbal constructor, some 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 combat
The Abstract, the wack
Motivator of the like Moses
Moving through, bringing into the dummies that pose us
means you the sub relator of the sub culture
Like a vulture I swoop down on crowns, confusion all around
Mental burdens I bring to MC's who
sad songs, money, the dough's not long
Mine on the other hand is lent me
The Abstract gets real, real,

Verse 4:

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