Luyện nghe bài hát Show & Prove

Hah hah, hey hey, now nigga
My man's right behind you, pull the trigger
I don't play, I'm the hill where shit is real
And I'll be on your ass like on a windshield

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

I cut hand, you still get no cards
You couldn't deal with if we was playin' 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 up and skedaddle

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

I have your "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 with the
Get on the mic and won't ya and prove

Hey, here I come with a rap, tic tac toe
When I flip tracks, so 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 write my own with hope, drink of Scope
what I figured, nope, damn you dig a nigga doe
Rhymes too drastic, bastard, pull like elastic
N.B.A. style,
No time to bite, but I just might, tonight I left-handed

'Cuz I like, to grab my dick my right
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 take

If I was Fred, I I'd have to bone Betty
Suckin' and luckin', hey, 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 over your ass
One line and that's
Rappers get so pussy they 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 like weed in a cipher
And I get girls like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this track kid
And make mad noise like a Metallica

I'm psycho, a villain to the I be killin'
When I'm thrusted, and all competition gets
'Cause I rock the from U.S.A. to Asia to Russia
If your shit stinks I'ma flush ya, bust ya
a crazy man from Cali son

My jams be packed like a Farrakhan rally,
You know my style, I put the F in effin'
The Rugged Child locks you down like Isle
And got more than 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 won't ya show and

Now tell me whoooo is the
With the high-potent lyrics no rapper can ever
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 act like they want it
I for your title kid, run it!
Or else get hit with the ultimate, too skit

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

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

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

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

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

That if I fart on a record, trust me nigga it'll good
So Jay-Z, if you're with the groove, my mellow
Get on the mic it's 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 like
And these nuts if you 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 touch it, you niggaz 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 bring the ass out a
When I it it's in the pocket, baby 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 from besides be
between get off my dick and stop me
When I bust a rhyme you're 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 show and

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

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

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 know
she "Go ask you goddamned father!"
It's all about me in the to be

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