Luyện nghe bài hát Skwad Training

As we embark, on Boom blunt rolling technique, 314
For those of you needing a
Please your textbooks to page four
As you notice the diagram above you
follow it's instructions to a T, do not make an error
For those of you further reference
You may, the Redman album, the first one
Listen to the song "How to a blunt"
But then, you shall learn

I use my Colt 45 to shoot your old english
By the that I'm finished I peel the caps off six Guinness
Training helps me to peep a sucker's weakness, like
Telling your secrets, or it to your freakses

You couldn't go with directions
I make crews break out like infections
From my rap lethal

Hoes get caught up in my web like
One at my red eyes
jump into back flips like Jedis
Black little rascal dissin' at White Castle
Got love doctors baffled why bitches ride me a saddle

Is it live or Memorex I be on deck
Loose deuce deuces from the neck and then I jet
Etcetera, catch my rap and after kick back
Competitors could rap, but they recycle like
Wack ain't the word for ya, nigga, I never of ya
So turn it down a notch or two or my crew murder ya

Yo, the phone, tone niggaz like thats raps are prone
To disassemble members only who think grown
See, we're from the Bricks where tricks for dick
DKNY, MC's they rhyme styles be fly

I witness that, we bring the crispiness
Exquisite, prolific, the two that the gifted
Or uncanny, school the days who misbehave
Pray their handy, MC's wreckin' with the dandy

so peep the tech, X be the brand called seb and
These niggaz from New Jerus is on hand
rhymes, create lines, collaborate
With the DATs and mind state, that makes brain cells ache
get dissed in the cut, now they finished
Advantage to the victor all crews be

You will continue rolling blunts, in a counter-clockwise fashion
Gripping it firmly, yet at the ends, twist it
In a motion
No cheating, no Easy will be distributed
You will be based to rely your skills on instinct

Tame One be rockin' on cloud nine with rhymes that flow
Peep how when I speak I freak
Henceforth I piss MC's off more often, I'm the
Hittin' my blunts dipped in secret

B-ball treats, dance on treats like neats rapper that's
Step on competition with my tip cleats
Past the rumors, that, the Artifacts got lazy crazy
Makin' joints make your thoughts hazy

Morocco MC's can't see me with they specs on
up like getti watch me blow spots like Exxon
I'm unfuckwittable like Jamal and Clinton
The district politician like Gibson

Dissin' who missin' blows, kick shit to program
A instrumental jammer by the mental blow's
Vicious, Delicious with the Vinyl bitches
Who got dreams and wishes for to feed 'em fine dishes

We sabotage your entourage a barrage of lyrical cheap shots
At your weak spots, not
This style spits on MC's I do beatbox
In my size Reeboks, I'm cummin' thru ya fuckin' block

MC's perish from the that we deliver
Giver of a script to play it Frank Gifford
Fools with no tools get dealt with from the tip
Who else is from the first to get melted

Exactly, no match, niggaz puttin' on my raps
Actually, broads naturally, fit
Fakin' jax, blow on the map
Artifacts, bringin' back, that shit that niggaz

Time, put your blunts
of you who have rolled your blunts correctly
May on to a much higher state
of you who fucked up get an F in fetal blunt
For those assholes, and that ridiculous canoe
You got burnin', you stay
This is the Boom Skwad signing off
May your blunts stay and your eyes red
Good