Luyện nghe bài hát Show & Prove

Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now
My right behind you, Kane pull the trigger
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 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
the shit drops, that's dough to the pocket

I cut hand, you can't get no cards
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 hurry up and

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

I have your friends "Ah-hah man, that shit dope"
Leave me when 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 show and

Hey, here I come with a rap, tic tac toe
When I flip tracks, so gimme my dick,
I flow to it and through it, if you need to wonder
how you got dope like Sauce, money you 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 like elastic
N.B.A. style,
No time to bite, but I just might, tonight I write

'Cuz I like, to grab my dick with my
Who could ever say that I don't get plenty
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 I'd have to bone Betty
and luckin', hey, niggaz I'm duckin', nay
Nada no never ain't no motherfuckin way
get gassed come on and get fast

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

Yo, yo, I spark the mic weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls like 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 to the styles I be killin'
I'm thrusted, and all competition gets dusted
'Cause I rock the world from U.S.A. to to Russia
If your shit stinks I'ma flush ya, bust ya
Like a man from Cali son

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

More than Cat, I'm the punani Don Dada
So Big Daddy, if you're with the groove my man
Get on the mic and won't ya and prove

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

I get down on it and give it to
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
Drop on ya, strong as ammonia
is I thrown ya, scold ya, Jones ya, I tried to warn ya
You was wack since I known ya, fake as a 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 than the
The Messiah feared great, leavin' rappers in a weird state
Scared straight, for prepared fate

Strong as an elephant, intelligent, and elegant
So in it with every single element
And competition none! Huh
If I was wearing pantyhose you couldn't 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 sayin I'm fuckin' incredible!
And let's just make one thing understood

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

Uh, one checkin' it two, checkin' it
Check out the J, out the A
out the Y, check out the Z, Hey G!
I'm breaking up like EPMD
And nuts 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 touch it, you niggaz can't with
The, skills of the G from Brooklyn, big up kid
And ain't no eatin me up, you fast fuckin' with

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

I live one rent besides that be
between get off my dick and jockin' me
When I bust a rhyme you're the sound
I know you the way it's, goin' down baby
So huh, if you're 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 ever
You get a flick, of the hype outfit

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

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

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