Luyện nghe bài hát Show & Prove

Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now
My man's 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 grip or you can think
'Cause I got more rhymes than a five pound bag of
I'm hard, oh word, I'm gon' rock it
Once the shit drops, dough to the pocket

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

Even if you join a army, you couldn't battle
So where you from? England, you somebody
You burnin' Scoob, "I don't 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"
me alone when I'm rocking on the microphone
and like E.T. and phone your black ass ho-wome
Yo Sauce, if you're down the groo-hoove
Get on the mic and ya show and prove

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

I write my own with bigger hope, of Scope
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 my right
Who could ever say 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 have to Betty
and luckin', hey, niggaz I'm duckin', nay
Nada no never meaning ain't no 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 pussy they gotta go for a pap smear
So Shyheim, if your down with the
Get on the mic time to show and prove

Yo, yo, I spark the mic weed that's in a cipher
And I get open like a reggae song by Tiger
So me out, as I flip 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 to Russia
If your shit stinks I'ma flush ya, bust ya
Like a crazy man Cali son

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

More Super Cat, I'm the punani Don Dada
So Big Daddy, if you're down with the 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
That even act like want it
I for your title kid, run it!
Or get hit with the ultimate, too legit skit

Ahh yeah, that shit
Drop lyrics on ya, strong as
is I thrown ya, scold ya, Jones ya, I tried to warn ya
You was wack since I known ya, fake as a cubic
What did I just show ya, real lyrics ya

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm buckwild with styles,
I've been in it runnin' a hundred I'm well endowed, baby gal
Uhh, the greatest nigga to touch it, you 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 the ass out a nigga
When I rock it in the pocket, baby mop it don't knock it
you try it, once you start, you can't stop it
I'm the cocky breed, I'm dope like seed

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

Come on, Wu-Tang bees on a swarm
Rain on college ass, disco dorm
Slippery when wet and you ever forget
You get a flick, of the hype outfit

Because the way that I this style mad wild
Enough to make a crowd of scream "Ow!"
Whether at a 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 like "Well god damn the recipe?"
I don't know, I ask my she don't know
she "Go ask you goddamned father!"
all about me in the place to be

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