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 the hill where shit is real
And I'll be on ass like bugs on a windshield

So bring grip or you can think twice
'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, that's dough to the

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 hurry up and

Even if you join a army, you still couldn't
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 your friends "Ah-hah man, that shit ain't 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 the groo-hoove
Get on the mic and ya show and prove

Hey, I come with 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 like Sauce, money you 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, hookers like elastic
N.B.A. style,
No time to bite, but I might, tonight I write left-handed

'Cuz I like, to my dick with my right
Who could ever say I don't get plenty play
Win Lose or Draw, I'm bookin whores,
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
Suckin' and luckin', hey, I'm duckin', nay
Nada no never meaning ain't no way
Rappers get come on and get fast

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

Yo, yo, I spark the mic like that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this track kid
And mad noise like a Metallica record

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

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

More Super than Cat, I'm the Don Dada
So Big Daddy, if you're down the groove my man
Get on the mic and ya show and prove

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

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

Ahh yeah, that's shit
Drop lyrics on ya, strong as
is I thrown 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, real doggone ya

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

Strong as an elephant, intelligent, and elegant
So well in it with every single
And gets 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 gotta come 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 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 to show and prove

Uh, one it two, checkin' 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 with styles, ta-dow
I've been in it runnin' a hundred I'm well endowed, baby gal
Uhh, the greatest to touch it, you niggaz can't fuck with
The, skills of the G from Brooklyn, big up kid
And ain't no 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, baby mop it knock it
Till you try it, once you start, you can't it
I'm the breed, I'm dope like poppy seed

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

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

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

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

Niggas 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