Luyện nghe bài hát Sh. Fe. MC's

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

Verse 1:

No need for, introductions, cause I you know my name and
MC's out the frame and, putting them suckers to shame and
I for hip-hop, so I have 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 just touched her (tits)
Sucker MC's, I'm killing 'em, I'm so sick of 'em
Silly (shit) when they rhyme, that red rugby shirt worn by Gilligan
Plus the hat, (shit) is wack
When you see me take ten steps back
I usage of the pronouns, adjectives, verbs
My granny "You always had a way with words"
And because my word is bond, lyrics are laws
MC's look at me like I'm friggin' eye sore

Verse 2:

Heere comes a brother hipping others on the style lack
always rhymed abstract, I even know the brother named Abstract
I am the earner of the soul in
Forget the cause the physical will die with time
I'm shaped to in definite proportions
Of the kids who the fix (Just listen to the mix)
I just constant non-stop for the rubbishing
(niggas) use the Clinton loops as if they owned the publishing
Ducks be from illegal feeding on my verb
I bring the Gras to your face
I vipers in my rhyme cipher
I can easily lick them cause victims of the subconscious race
Tossing in front of false reps?
It's not the 187 the 360 slept
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 the jeans in Orleans off of Nesley
Just be MC number nine, if you let me nine times infinitely I will

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

Verse 3:

When I rhyme, the effect just
You sound sick, I hope cells get sickles
You into real stiff (shit)
Then I bet that it cut the chit
the Ab will, be sharper than a Ginsu
Cutter or bum (ass) head for the gutter
is not a game and we ain't looking for the fame
That the aim, we came to rip the jam out the frame
My inter-reaction with paper is
So needless to say mad trails are blazing
A whole lot of bull(shit) start to get play
But I'm to say real rhymes to pay
I'm the type of brother writes until my knuckles get nary
And the domepiece, the rhymes will carry
Then transported to my throat the quotes hit the air
As I stand dipped with the
get slot times, move back from the jack
It's the constructor, some MC's is wack
I make a do the bogle, doo doo brown and all
(niggas) jump up, drink Don, and have a ball
I ainimate the with the verbal combat
The Abstract, the wack
Motivator of the like Moses
Moving through, bringing games the dummies that pose us
That means you the sub relator of the sub
Like a vulture I swoop on crowns, cause confusion all around
Mental burdens I bring to who sing
They sad songs, money, the not long
Mine on the hand is lent me tight
The Abstract gets real, real,

4: Dove

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