Luyện nghe bài hát Speaker Smashin'

When you Lootpack cannot make a difference
We'll come and break down your circumference
your atmosphere, B-boy style
Thus we're the MCs on earth

As dopest MCs, can you please exclude
Wack artificially contaminated of MCs
'Cuz I feel these times aren't even close to close to being close
From them rhymes, Lootpack drop out from the West

Yo, I hate it when MCs be like I'm come in way or this way
LP comes at you like that movie, Independence Day
All of a sudden, we kick in a B-boy stance and then say
Child, rhyme constructor, Madlib beat conductor Sen-sei

While I intercept this mic and get in
Some say we shine like ten rays
You know we're gonna hit you the speaker smashin'
I'm stashin' cushion all up in my fashion

So fasten your seatbelt you melt
From the rhymes we dealt, you felt whiplash
(Help)
Nigga, that's what you'll be yelling while your swelling
While my crew be like propelling, I'm y'all

you think Lootpack cannot make a difference
We'll come and break down your whole
Entering atmosphere, B-boy style
Thus the dopest MCs on earth

We bust with tight lines, going my rhymes like Red Vines
But instead minds, be off the hook like some bed
The auditory ya up and takes ya enzymes
I pin my to the wall, rehearse it ten times

I walk into the sun to get away from ones
If I got a crate of loops, I'll freak one
It's whatever, yo, nigga I'll leak one
like I'm chrome like a stray bullet leading to your dome

So you're a gangsta cool, but on the mic the difference?
Off the top, can you drop rhythmatic metaphorical for instance?
I didn't think so, you're just like all them floppy
Who like to kick back and copy like you was

Sampling old tracks, the only reason why the crowd claps
It covers up the fact your rap's wack
So I chill wondering when a miracle bring you to ya
Senses mentally and physically, bring out your lyrical

When you think cannot make a difference
We'll come and break down your circumference
Entering your atmosphere, style
Thus we're the dopest MCs on