Luyện nghe bài hát Speaker Smashin'

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

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

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

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

So your seatbelt before 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

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

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

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

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

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

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