Luyện nghe bài hát Show & Prove

Hah hah, hey hey, now nigga
My man's right behind you, Kane the trigger
I play, I'm from the hill where shit is real
And I'll be on your ass bugs on a windshield

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

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

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

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

Hey, here I with a slick rap, tic tac toe
I flip tracks, so gimme my dick, back
I flow to it and it, if you ever need to wonder
how you got dope like Sauce, 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 might, tonight I write left-handed

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

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

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

Yo, yo, I the mic like weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by
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 competition dusted
'Cause I rock the world from U.S.A. to Asia to
If your stinks I'ma flush ya, then bust ya
a crazy man from Cali son

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

More Super than Cat, I'm the punani Don
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 high-potent no rapper can ever stand
And steppin' to me, I can be touched? Huh
Not even Michael Jordan'll that much, yo

I get down on it and it to rappers
That even act like want it
I come for your 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 ya, scold ya, Jones ya, I tried to warn ya
You was wack since I known ya, as a cubic zirconia
What did I show ya, real lyrics doggone ya

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I live one rent besides that be
between get off my dick and jockin' me
When I bust a rhyme diggin' the sound
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

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

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

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

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