Luyện nghe bài hát Show & Prove

Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now
My man's right behind you, Kane pull the
I don't play, I'm from the where shit is real
And I'll be on your ass like bugs on a

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

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

Even if you a army, you still couldn't battle
So you from? England, you somebody great?
You burnin' Scoob, "I don't so mate"
I got the style that gets you open a bag of smoke

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

Hey, here I come a slick rap, tic tac toe
I flip tracks, so gimme my dick, back
I to it and through it, if you ever need to wonder
how you got dope 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, hookers like elastic
N.B.A. style,
No time to bite, but I just might, I write left-handed

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

If I was Fred, I I'd have to bone Betty
Suckin' and luckin', hey, I'm duckin', nay
Nada no never meaning no motherfuckin way
Rappers get gassed come on and get

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

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

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

My jams be packed like a Farrakhan rally,
You know my style, I put the F in effin'
The Child locks you down like Rikers Isle
And got girls 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 won't ya show and

Now tell me is the man?
With the high-potent lyrics no can ever stand
And steppin' to me, thinkin' I can be Huh
Not even Jordan'll gamble that much, yo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I one rent from besides that be
between get off my dick and stop me
When I bust a rhyme you're diggin' the
I know you lovin' the way it's, goin' down
So Ason huh, if down with the groove, why don't ya
Get on the mic and and prove

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

Because the way that I this style mad wild
Enough to make a crowd of women "Ow!"
at a party or just in bed
All thoughts on Ason, that in your head

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

Niggas thing all that, yo, that shit is G
Mad game and a motherfucking shame
How many wanna claim the name
Of Ason, who on like a manager
Yo sounds fly right