Luyện nghe bài hát Show & Prove

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

So your grip or you can think twice
'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, that's to the pocket

I cut hand, you can't get no cards
You couldn't deal 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 a army, you still couldn't battle
So where you England, you somebody great?
You Scoob, "I don't think 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"
Leave me alone I'm rocking on the microphone
and play like E.T. and phone your ass ho-wome
Yo Sauce, if you're with the groo-hoove
Get on the mic and won't ya show and

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

I write my own with bigger hope, drink of
what I figured, nope, damn you dig a nigga doe
Rhymes too drastic, bastard, pull like elastic
N.B.A. style,
No to bite, but I just 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 Lose or Draw, I'm bookin whores,
As I get ready I'm steady if I go I'd take Eddie

If I was Fred, I think I'd have to 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 when I blast, and you can hand over your ass
One line and fear
Rappers get so pussy they gotta go for a pap smear
So Shyheim, if your down the groove
Get on the mic it's time to show and

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

I'm psycho, a villain to the I be killin'
I'm thrusted, and all competition gets dusted
'Cause I the world from 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 packed like a Farrakhan rally,
You my style, I put the F in effin' foul
The Rugged Child locks you down Rikers Isle
And got more girls than a with Shabba

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

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

Ahh yeah, that's that
lyrics on ya, strong as ammonia
That is I ya, scold ya, Jones ya, I tried to warn ya
You was since I known ya, fake as a cubic zirconia
What did I just show ya, lyrics doggone ya

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

Strong as an elephant, intelligent, compelling and
So in it with every single element
And gets none! Huh
If I was wearing pantyhose you still give me no run

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

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

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

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

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

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 like poppy

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

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

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

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

Niggas they all that, yo, that shit is G
Mad game and it's a shame
How many enemies wanna claim the
Of Ason, who carries on like a
Yo fly right danger