Luyện nghe bài hát Sh. Fe. MC's

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

Verse 1:

No need for, introductions, I know you know my name and
Knocking MC's out the frame and, putting them suckers to 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)
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 usage of the pronouns, adjectives, verbs
My granny says "You had a way with 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 a brother hipping others on the style they lack
I've always rhymed abstract, I even the brother named Abstract
I am the of the soul in mine
Forget the physical the physical will die with time
I'm to vibrate in definite proportions
Of the who need the fix (Just listen to the mix)
I just imagine constant non-stop for the
Like (niggas) use the Clinton loops as if owned the publishing
Ducks be from illegal feeding on my verb
I bring the Mardi Gras to your
I outwit vipers in my rhyme
I can easily lick them they're victims of the subconscious race
Tossing periods in front of false
It's not the 187 when the 360
You swallow the cake the plate of elevate
Or you might get by the crew who got the weight
So recessitating rap the hicks 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
guarantees to put me on the narrow road
Ayo, that's it from me, 3, and Ali explode!

3: Q-Tip

When I rhyme, the just ripples
You sound sick, I hope your cells get
You formulate real stiff (shit)
Then I bet that it cut the chit
the Ab will, be sharper than a Ginsu
Cutter or your bum (ass) head for the
is not a game and we ain't looking for the fame
That ain't the aim, we to rip the jam out the frame
My inter-reaction with paper is
So needless to say mad trails are blazing
A lot of bull(shit) rhymes start to get play
But I'm here to say real to pay
I'm the type of brother that until my knuckles get nary
And through the domepiece, the will carry
Then to my throat then the quotes hit the air
As I stand dipped the wares
Rhymes get slot times, move back 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, drink Don, and a ball
I ainimate the unlively with the verbal
The Abstract, never the
Motivator of the many Moses
Moving through, bringing into the dummies that pose us
That 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
They sad songs, money, the dough's not
Mine on the other is lent me tight
The Abstract gets real, real,

Verse 4:

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
made hope from my neighbors, and the
50/50 luck takes the "S" off my
Cause the "S" on my makes a mess
Settling for Superman, stupid man, put on your
Now your (ass) be slow like molasass
Continue the menu, on the platter
Hey where that (bitch) at? (He's here boy!)
I gotta see what I got and who I'm it with
This ain't no nickle dime game 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 need it just *whistle*
Respects to Griff Dog for the
Much to Joe but for the favor
It's about a million brothers trying to it in this world
I'm glad I got a girl