Luyện nghe bài hát Show & Prove

Hah hah, hey hey, now nigga
My man's right behind you, pull the trigger
I don't play, I'm from the hill where is real
And I'll be on your ass bugs on a windshield

So bring your or you can think twice
I got more rhymes than a five pound bag of rice
I'm hitting hard, oh word, I'm rock it
Once the shit drops, that's dough to the

I cut hand, you still can't get no
You deal with Scoob if we was playin' cards
But if I got beef and it's for code red
My drill is a hoe, and be takin mad niggaz to bed
So up and skedaddle

Even if you join a army, you still battle
So where you from? England, you somebody
You Scoob, "I don't think so mate"
I got the that gets you open like a bag of smoke

I your friends "Ah-hah man, that shit ain't dope"
Leave me alone I'm rocking on the microphone
and play like E.T. and your black ass ho-wome
Yo Sauce, if you're down with the
Get on the mic and won't ya and prove

Hey, here I come with a rap, tic tac toe
When I flip tracks, so my dick, back
I flow to it and it, if you ever need to wonder
how you got like Sauce, money you didn't do it

I my own with bigger hope, drink of Scope
Wrote what I figured, nope, damn you dig a doe
Rhymes too drastic, bastard, pull hookers elastic
N.B.A. style,
No time to bite, but I just might, tonight I write

'Cuz I like, to my dick with my right
Who could say that I don't get plenty play
Win Lose or Draw, I'm whores, anyway
As I get ready I'm steady if I go crazy I'd Eddie

If I was Fred, I think I'd to bone Betty
and luckin', hey, niggaz I'm duckin', nay
Nada no never ain't no motherfuckin way
Rappers get gassed come on and get

Try to get past when I blast, and you can hand your ass
One and that's fear
Rappers get so damn pussy they go for a pap smear
So Shyheim, if your down the groove
Get on the mic it's time to and prove

Yo, yo, I spark the mic like that's in a cipher
And I get girls open a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I this here track kid
And make mad noise like a Metallica

I'm psycho, a villain to the styles I be
When I'm thrusted, and all gets dusted
'Cause I rock the world U.S.A. to Asia to Russia
If shit stinks I'ma flush ya, then bust ya
a crazy man from Cali son

My jams be like a Farrakhan rally, what?
You my style, I put the F in effin' foul
The Rugged Child locks you like Rikers Isle
And got more than a Trailerload with Shabba

Super than Cat, I'm the punani Don Dada
So Big Daddy, if down with the groove my man
Get on the mic and ya show and prove

Now tell me whoooo is the
With the lyrics no rapper can ever stand
And steppin' to me, thinkin' I can be Huh
Not Michael Jordan'll gamble that much, yo

I get on it and give it to rappers
even act like they want it
I for your title kid, run it!
Or else get hit with the ultimate, too legit

Ahh yeah, that's that
Drop lyrics on ya, as ammonia
That is I thrown ya, scold ya, Jones ya, I to warn ya
You was wack I known ya, fake as a cubic zirconia
did I just show ya, real lyrics doggone ya

Look my rap book at every text my man
And see that I got, more essays the Mexican
The Messiah that's feared great, leavin' rappers in a state
Scared straight, for their prepared

Strong as an elephant, intelligent, compelling and
So well in it with every single
And competition none! Huh
If I was pantyhose you still couldn't give me no run

I see the way you're to get to me
But with with impediment, man you gotta come better G
You're hitting all the switches troop begin again
mouth rappers couldn't last a minute with

The non-resistable,
No no I'm not sayin' I'm the
I'm just I'm fuckin' incredible!
And just make one more thing understood

That if I fart on a record, trust me nigga it'll good
So Jay-Z, if you're down with the groove, my
Get on the mic it's time to show and

Uh, one checkin' it two, it three
Check out the J, out the A
out the Y, check out the Z, Hey G!
I'm breaking MC's up EPMD
And these if you rappers tryin ta see me

I'm with styles, ta-dow
I've in it runnin' a hundred miles I'm well endowed, baby gal
Uhh, the greatest nigga to touch it, you niggaz can't with
The, skills of the G from Brooklyn, big up kid
And ain't no me up, you fast fuckin' with jigga

I'm Prince jeans, I bring the ass out a nigga
When I rock it in the pocket, baby mop it don't knock it
Till you try it, you start, you can't stop it
I'm the breed, I'm dope like poppy seed

I live one from besides that be
between get off my dick and jockin' me
When I bust a rhyme you're diggin' the
I know you lovin' the way it's, goin' down
So Ason huh, if you're down with the groove, why ya
Get on the mic and and prove

Come on, Wu-Tang killa bees on a
on your college ass, disco dorm
Slippery when wet and don't you ever
You couldn't get a flick, of the outfit

Because the way that I dress style mad wild
to make a crowd of women scream "Ow!"
Whether at a party or in bed
All thoughts on Ason, keep that in head

Yuh, my are funky and my rhymes are spunky
Sometimes I'll be "Well god damn what's the recipe?"
I don't know, I ask my momma she know
she says "Go ask you father!"
It's all about me in the to be

thing they all that, yo, that shit is G
Mad game and it's a motherfucking
How many enemies claim the name
Of Ason, who carries on like a
Yo sounds fly danger