Luyện nghe bài hát Stet Troop '88!

(*Human Mix Wise beatboxing*)

(all)


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(*scratching of*)
(Prince Paul)
(DBC)
(Wise)
(The Band)
(Fruitkwan)
(Delite)
(Daddy-O)

(Daddy-O)
I buy my clothes at the Gap, I really how to rap
I like beer on tap and I'm a shorty strapped
And like Run once said I'm to be black
And if I sat on a bus, it be in the back
And I reside in the East and all the say peace
And since I started rappin I've been Ebony Chief
And if I took the Pepsi Challenge, I'd Dr. Brown
Yo Wise, let me hear that Stet sound

(*Human Mix Wise plays his 'human guitar'*)

(Daddy-O)
Some people me Kareem, at work they call me Glen
I was on tour last year, year I'll do it again
And I'm not a politician I know all my rights
I had a fight with a cop just last
Address my girl 'my dear', been shootin for years
And I never been a givin in to my peers
The says a rhyme, I'm always on time
Wait a minute - let me think of my line
Ehm -
Ehm -
Ehm -

I eat at BBQ, meat-eatin days are
I like it in Lake Charles, I like too
When I was in San Diego had to the zoo
And I don't used cars, so I'ma buy one new
I'm Stephen King, Joan Collins ain't my thing
I got beef, I give (Name) a ring
I cool with Walter and Lumumba in an Aero
Yo Wise, a bit of that human guitar

(*Human Mix Machine plays his 'human guitar'*)

(Delite)
you
And in karate class love it's time to spar
I the daytime soaps on a VCR
I drink low-fat milk to give my a rest
I use? in the cause I don't like?
I eat my ice creams slow, call bro
And when I had a yoyo, I had the one glowed
I used to go-karts, now rappin is my art
Scott La Rock lives inside my heart

(Delite)
Now I'm a lover of hats, I make money in
to watch The Box, music video tracks
Always in school, my mother raised no fool
And if I broke any rules, then my got rude

me MC Delite a/k/a Shaheed
Here to teach and by my rhymin spree
Make the crowd 'ho' when I go solo
Yo Wise, give me a taste of you gave Daddy-O

(*Human Mix Machine plays his 'human guitar'*)

(Delite)
I love to cool and relax a girl that's real
She will chill at my place and I will the meal
I've been so places and saw many faces
One city I remember was the city of
Othe night never quits, prostitution's
And the crowd cheered at the end of a skit
Oh, one other fact, I lost 300
But soon I got the and I won it all back

(*Human Mix Machine plays his 'human guitar'*)

(*scratching of*)
(Stet Troop)

(*Human Mix Machine Wise plays his guitar'*)

(Fruitkwan)
All my sneakers are gold, on the mic I'm
Don't play me I'm a kid, I'm 24 years old
I to fly in a plane, call a woman a dame
Like the Empire State recognition I gain
Stet Troop and a beat, the of Stet is complete
A lotta are weak, but this one is unique
Like they were just grapes, crushin suckers we
Yo Wise, come in on time, but not too

(*Human Mix Wise plays his 'human guitar'*)

(Fruitkwan)
On weekdays I build, the I chill
And the closer you listen, you detect the
Then you think in your head the lyric I said
You kick in the bed, I be creatin instead
People booge in crowds, we can alone
Though the music is loud in a 3D zone
appearance react like a deck that's stacked
And like Radio Shack all over the damn map

(*Human Mix Wise plays his 'human guitar'*)

(all)
We like cordless mics, we ninja bikes
We sing heavy metal and we don't wear spikes
classified as a fam, we operate six man
And if you call us a group, you get a body
Fruitkwan tailors clothes, Delite foes
And we both rock house Daddy-O
Paul's on the Technics, kicks the beats
And DBC is on the keys the drum machine


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