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)

1: Phife

No need for, introductions, cause I know you know my and
Knocking MC's out the frame and, putting them suckers to and
I live for hip-hop, so I have no for fun and games and
So just come and the unique styles we are displaying
The just ridiculous, the lyrics articulate
Feels good, as if a just touched her (tits)
Sucker MC's, I'm killing 'em, I'm so 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 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
Sucker MC's 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 named Abstract
I am the of the soul in mine
Forget the physical cause the physical will die time
I'm shaped to vibrate in proportions
Of the kids who need the fix (Just to the mix)
I just imagine constant non-stop for the
Like (niggas) use the Clinton loops as if they the publishing
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 cause they're victims of the race
Tossing periods in of false reps?
not the 187 when the 360 slept
You swallow the from the plate of elevate
Or you get sparked by the crew who got the weight
So recessitating rap like the hicks do with
the kid who peed the jeans in Orleans off of Nesley
Just be MC number nine, if you let me rhyme nine infinitely I will

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

3: Q-Tip

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 sharper than a
or your bum (ass) head for the gutter
This is not a and we ain't looking for the fame
That ain't the aim, we came to rip the jam out the
My inter-reaction with paper is
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 that writes until my knuckles get
And through the domepiece, the rhymes will
Then transported to my then the quotes hit the air
As I dipped with the wares
Rhymes get slot times, move back from the
It's the constructor, some MC's is wack
I make a girl do the bogle, doo doo and all
Make (niggas) jump up, drink Don, and have a
I ainimate the unlively with the verbal
The Abstract, never the
Motivator of the many Moses
Moving through, bringing games into the dummies that us
That you the sub relator of the sub culture
Like a vulture I swoop on crowns, cause confusion all around
burdens I bring to MC's who sing
They sad songs, money, the dough's not
Mine on the hand is lent me tight
The gets real, real, real

4: Dove

Real down to Earth I hit the Long Island
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 takes the "S" off my chest
Cause the "S" on my chest makes a
for Superman, stupid man, put on your glasses
Now your (ass) be slow like molasass
Continue the menu, next on the
Hey that (bitch) at? (He's right here boy!)
I gotta see what I got and who I'm getting it
This no nickle dime game that I'm peddling with
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*
Respects to Griff Dog for the
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