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)

1: Phife

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

2: Posdnuos

Heere comes a brother hipping others on the style lack
I've always rhymed abstract, I even know the brother named
I am the earner of the in mine
Forget the cause the physical will die with time
I'm to vibrate in definite proportions
Of the kids who need the fix (Just to the mix)
I imagine constant non-stop for the rubbishing
Like (niggas) use the Clinton loops as if they the publishing
Ducks be bleeding from feeding on my verb
I bring the Mardi Gras to your
I outwit in my rhyme cipher
I can easily lick cause they're victims of the subconscious race
Tossing periods in front of reps?
not the 187 when the 360 slept
You swallow the cake from the plate of
Or you might get sparked by the crew who got the
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 times infinitely I will

I let my Walkman from 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 just ripples
You sound sick, I your cells get sickles
You formulate into real (shit)
I bet that it cut the chit chit
Cause the Ab will, be sharper than a
Cutter or your bum (ass) for the gutter
This is not a game and we ain't for the fame
That ain't the aim, we came to rip the jam out the
My inter-reaction paper is amazing
So needless to say mad trails are left
A lot of bull(shit) rhymes start to get play
But I'm here to say rhymes to pay
I'm the type of brother 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 dipped the wares
Rhymes get times, move back from the jack
It's the constructor, some MC's is wack
I a girl do the bogle, doo doo brown and all
Make (niggas) up, drink Don, and have a ball
I ainimate the unlively the verbal combat
The Abstract, never the
Motivator of the many Moses
Moving through, bringing games into the dummies pose us
That means you the sub relator of the sub
Like a vulture I swoop on crowns, cause confusion all around
burdens I bring to MC's who sing
They sad songs, money, the not long
Mine on the other is lent me tight
The Abstract real, real, real

4: Dove

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