Luyện nghe bài hát Sh. Fe. MC's

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

Verse 1:

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

2: Posdnuos

Heere comes a brother hipping others on the 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 with
I'm to vibrate in definite proportions
Of the kids who need the fix (Just to the mix)
I just imagine constant for the rubbishing
Like (niggas) use the Clinton loops as if they the publishing
Ducks be from illegal feeding on my verb
I bring the Mardi Gras to your
I outwit vipers in my cipher
I can easily them cause they're victims of the subconscious race
Tossing periods in front of false
It's not the 187 the 360 slept
You the cake from the plate of elevate
Or you might get sparked by the crew who got the
So recessitating rap like the do with Presley
It's the kid who peed the in Orleans off of Nesley
be MC number nine, if you let me rhyme nine times infinitely I will

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

Verse 3:

When I rhyme, the effect ripples
You sound sick, I hope your cells get
You into 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
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 lot of bull(shit) rhymes start to get play
But I'm here to say real to pay
I'm the of brother that writes until my knuckles get nary
And the domepiece, the rhymes will carry
transported to my throat then the quotes hit the air
As I stand with the wares
Rhymes get slot times, move back the jack
It's the constructor, some MC's is wack
I a girl do the bogle, doo doo brown and all
Make (niggas) jump up, Don, and have a ball
I ainimate the with the verbal combat
The Abstract, the wack
Motivator of the many like
Moving through, bringing into the dummies that pose us
That you the sub relator of the sub culture
Like a vulture I down on crowns, cause 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 me tight
The gets real, real, real

4: Dove

Real down to I hit the Long Island Rail
You never see me tango with the and the tail
I got the kid for your mind I it like sender
made hope from my neighbors, and the
50/50 luck the "S" off my chest
the "S" on my chest makes a mess
Settling for Superman, stupid man, put on your
Now your (ass) be slow like molasass
the menu, next 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 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 need it just
Respects to Griff Dog for the
Much to Joe but for the favor
It's about a brothers trying to make it in this world
I'm I got a baby girl