Luyện nghe bài hát Star Quality

Yo the Ox in the flesh, of course I'm fresh
Yes, I'm livin' for the funk like I was Finesse
Last night I screamed till I lost my voice I
Had a few left to get up off of my chest
Like I'm, the fact that I'm not, what my mom wanted
Only gold plaque that I got, had the on it
I your eviction notice over, wrote a song on it
Like to hear it, here it go, light your spirit, clear your

If I would've known that tonight was Ladie's
I stopped and swabbed my balls with the baby Whipe
In the van, hold your sorry little life in my
Watch me toss it in the sky and right for the stands
Battling me is like trying to ride your in the sand
I'ma eat one more helping, then I'm, my hands
And you frustrated rappers, must hate the
That I walk in first class, so much ladies gaspin' for breath
Tryin' to me, with the ass and the chest
I ain't to be rude lady, I'm just passin' a test
Got enough hustle and stress, with one woman cashing my
I'll the compliment and pass on the sex

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

You ain't hardcore, you soft more than Moore
In a shirt sayin' Let's slow this train down ya'll
You stink hoes, spills a whole, lot of
Got the nerve to Ox in the eye, you got it coming
your woman nod her face to the beat, you tasting defeat
Whipping the waste from my cleets, the space in your teeth
'Erogation, facial all hung down
That dumb frown is perfect for salt water to run down

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

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

Ali is two hundred, fifty pounds of piss 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' Ego like
Dadda, Shit, Ya Done Poppa'
There's only three reasons Ali would need a
One, to move the bowels, two, to steal the
Three, shave, shower, for my spiritual power

I can handle this, if my man Ant would
Give me a chance to splatter some antics across his
Damage is unavoidable at point
I twist joints till they pop lock, too and get ya knot rocked
I'm too to let you hop scotch through
The section of the that I occupy, without 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, how ya making 'em get down
Come, straight to your town, vibrating the
Keep the people out there scared, of a sound
Thats our policy, we step out there on Quality
Brother, Brother, brother, how ya 'em get down
Come, to your town, vibrating the ground
Keep the out there scared, of making a sound
our policy, we step 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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