Luyện nghe bài hát Sh. Fe. MC's

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

Verse 1:

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

Verse 2:

Heere comes a brother hipping others on the they lack
I've rhymed abstract, I even know the brother named Abstract
I am the earner of the in mine
Forget the cause the physical will die with time
I'm shaped to vibrate in definite
Of the kids who need the fix (Just to the mix)
I just constant non-stop for the rubbishing
Like (niggas) use the loops as if they owned the publishing
Ducks be bleeding from illegal on my verb
I the Mardi Gras to your face
I outwit vipers in my rhyme
I can easily lick them cause they're of the subconscious race
periods in front of false reps?
It's not the 187 the 360 slept
You swallow the cake from the plate of
Or you might get by the crew who got the weight
So recessitating rap like the hicks do with
It's the kid who the jeans in Orleans off of Nesley
Just be MC number nine, if you let me rhyme nine times infinitely I

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

Verse 3:

When I rhyme, the just ripples
You sound sick, I hope your get sickles
You into real stiff (shit)
Then I bet that it cut the chit
Cause the Ab will, be sharper than a
or your bum (ass) head for the gutter
This is not a game and we ain't for the fame
That the aim, we came to rip the jam out the frame
My inter-reaction with is amazing
So needless to say mad 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 of brother that writes until my knuckles get nary
And through the domepiece, the will carry
Then transported to my throat then the hit the air
As I stand with the wares
get slot times, move back from the jack
It's the constructor, some 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 verbal
The Abstract, never the
of the many like Moses
Moving through, bringing games into the dummies that us
That means you the sub 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
Mine on the other hand is me tight
The Abstract gets real, real,

4: Dove

Real down to Earth I hit the Long Rail
You never see me tango with the horn and the
I got the kid for mind I design it like sender
Smoking hope from my neighbors, and the
luck takes the "S" off my chest
Cause the "S" on my chest makes a
Settling for Superman, stupid man, put on glasses
Now your (ass) be slow like molasass
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 it with
ain't no nickle dime game that I'm peddling with
Mikie said "Stop riding, it be dividing
me out how I be vibing"
Packing hard pistol but my pops 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 girl