Luyện nghe bài hát Speaker Smashin'

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

As dopest MCs, can you please these?
Wack contaminated series of MCs
'Cuz I feel these times even close to being close to being close
From them rhymes, drop out from the West Coast

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

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

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

When you think Lootpack make a difference
We'll and break down your whole circumference
Entering atmosphere, B-boy style
Thus the dopest MCs on earth

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

I walk the sun to get away from weak ones
If I got a crate of loops, I'll freak one
like whatever, yo, nigga I'll leak one
Rhyme like I'm chrome like a 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 flows for
I didn't think so, you're just like all floppy sloppy
Who like to back and copy like you was Kinko's

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

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