Luyện nghe bài hát Star Quality

Yo it's the Ox in the flesh, of course I'm
Yes, I'm for the funk like I was Lord Finesse
night I screamed till I lost my voice I guess
Had a few things to get up off of my chest
Like I'm, facing the fact I'm not, what my mom wanted
Only gold plaque I got, had the Qu'Ran on it
I flipped your notice over, wrote a song on it
to hear it, here it go, light your spirit, clear your soul

If I would've known that tonight was Night
I would've stopped and swabbed my balls with the baby
In the van, hold your sorry little life in my
Watch me toss it in the sky and swing for the stands
Battling me is trying to ride your bike in the sand
I'ma eat one more helping, I'm, whipping my hands
And you frustrated rappers, hate the fact
That I walk in first class, have so much ladies gaspin' for
Tryin' to catch me, with the ass and the
I ain't tryin' to be rude lady, I'm just a test
Got enough hustle and stress, one woman cashing my cheques
take the compliment and pass on the sex

We
brother brother, how ya making 'em get down
Come, straight to town, vibrating the ground
the people out there scared, of making a sound
Thats our policy, we step out on Star Quality
Brother, Brother, brother, how ya making 'em get
Come, straight to your town, the ground
Keep the people out scared, of making a sound
Thats our policy, we out there

You ain't hardcore, you soft more than Moore
In a tight shirt sayin' Let's slow this down ya'll
You stink hoes, a whole, lot of nothing
Got the nerve to look Ox in the eye, you got it
While your woman nod her to the beat, you tasting defeat
the waste from my cleets, between the space in your teeth
'Erogation, facial all hung down
That little frown is perfect for salt water to run down

harder to some clowns, cause they need it rough
Make sure they sleeping deep enough to dream of beating me, what
My styles a belligerent, isn't it?
that I'm belittling them, with little more then
My pad and my pen and my
Whether it's your chorus scratching, or track blasting
whole approach to rapping, is ass crack backwards
Cats'll see me in the spot and act
you save Hip-Hop, you can't even save a wack party

Brother brother brother, how ya 'em get down
Come, straight to your town, the ground
Keep the out there scared, of making a sound
Thats our policy, we step out on Star Quality
Brother, Brother, brother, how ya 'em get down
Come, straight to your town, the ground
Keep the people out scared, of making a sound
Thats our policy, we step out

And the say
"Oh ah hey, oh ah hah"
And the say
"Oh ah hey, oh ah hah"
And the say
"Oh ah hey, oh ah hah"
And the say
"Oh ah hey, oh ah hah"

Brother Ali is two hundred, fifty pounds of and vinegar
Few try to sit me down, missing limbs and
I got nothing on, but a lifestyle, tuxedo
An Aretha Franklin record, and I'm rockin' Captain Ego
Dadda, Shit, Ya Done Poppa'
There's three reasons Ali would need a Ramada
One, to move the bowels, two, to the towels
Three, shave, shower, pray for my spiritual

I can this, if my man Ant would just
Give me a chance to splatter antics across his canvasses
Damage is unavoidable at point
I twist joints they pop lock, too loud and get ya knot rocked
I'm too to let you hop scotch through
The section of the earth that I occupy, making you testify
Best that I do for you, is ignore you
'Cause I'd probably you if I explore you
from the Brother

Brother brother brother, how ya making 'em get
Come, straight to town, vibrating the ground
the people out there scared, of making a sound
Thats our policy, we step out there on Quality
Brother, Brother, brother, how ya making 'em get
Come, straight to town, vibrating the ground
Keep the people out there scared, of making a
Thats our policy, we step out

And the say
"Oh ah hey, oh ah hah"
And the say
"Oh ah hey, oh ah hah"
And the say
"Oh ah hey, oh ah hah"
And the say
"Oh ah hey, oh ah hah"

Oh ah hey, oh ah hah
Oh ah hey, oh ah hah
Oh ah hey, oh ah hah
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