Luyện nghe bài hát Star Quality

Yo the Ox in the flesh, of course I'm fresh
Yes, I'm for the funk like I was Lord Finesse
Last night I screamed till I my voice I guess
Had a few things left to get up off of my
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
Like to hear it, it go, light your spirit, clear your soul

If I would've that tonight was Ladie's Night
I would've stopped and my balls with the baby Whipe
In the van, hold your sorry little in my hand
Watch me toss it in the sky and swing right for the
Battling me is trying to ride your bike in the sand
I'ma eat one helping, then I'm, whipping my hands
And you frustrated rappers, must the fact
That I walk in first class, have so much gaspin' for breath
to catch me, with the ass and the chest
I ain't to be rude lady, I'm just passin' a test
Got hustle and stress, with one woman cashing my cheques
I'll take the and pass on the sex

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

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

Talk harder to some clowns, cause they need it
Make sure they never sleeping deep enough to dream of me, what
My styles a belligerent, isn't it?
Considerin' that I'm belittling them, little more then
My pad and my pen and my
Whether your chorus scratching, or wack track blasting
Your whole to rapping, is ass crack backwards
Cats'll see me in the and act salty
Stressing you save Hip-Hop, you can't even a wack party

Brother brother, how ya making 'em get down
Come, to your town, vibrating the ground
Keep the people out 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
the people out there 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, they missing and
I got on, but a lifestyle, black tuxedo
An Aretha Franklin record, and I'm rockin' Captain Ego
'Dun Dadda, Shit, Ya Done
There's only three reasons Ali would a Ramada
One, to the bowels, two, to steal the towels
Three, shave, shower, for my spiritual power

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

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

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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