Luyện nghe bài hát Stix Stonz

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If you can dig it, with it, if you can't, just forget it
Cause nobody rocks the party we
Get loose, get loose, sunshine get
rock, and show 'em you got juice
And have, have, have, have, have, have, fuuuuuuun!

1: la sunshine

I know been a while since the last time
You're la sunshine pick up the microphone and rhyme
But now I think it's time to go for
So you can sit back, relax, max and unwind
Because time for me to out a few heads to bed
Because I'm upset at what said
heard it through the grapevine it's been said
That sunshine, can't
Ha! that's the funniest line I heard in a long time
The wanna be me's they I sound off beat
I'm not off beat, I'm totally unique and it real sweet
So if ready, get set for a trip to the sun
be guided, and I've decided to become
One to take control of your soul
Young or all be bold it's a sight to behold

Sticks and stones might break your bones but pos is gonna your mind
Ain't no need to hold it (let it go!) one more time!

2: posdnuos

Now you can bet that I'm first a watt
son, plug one, posdnuos I'm top notch
Forward, backstep, got cabbage on the
So I'm leafy, peasy, and I act kind of
So and girls just come follow me
I'm the fried pipe piper down with dub and plug
I my mans, freestyle is not my flow
But I gets mad respect norfolk to glasgow
I run up to court about a minute to the sec
Cause my won't clash with whipper whip's mockneck
So my hip-hop please show me the math
And after this give me your goddamn

Whipper whip, you can make the sing
Walking sporting your diamond ring
All the know you as an mc king
So get on the mic and 'em it ain't no thing

Verse 3: whip

the prince is my title and, I do what I must do
When rappers get beside themselves, that's I bust two
Or three, see it matter to me
the w-h-i-p's got an army
Whipper whip, the whipster, money
Can't stand the unless she got the hips to
Move a mountain, left on kingsly and
1345 is where I to count them
The grips in my bucket's the kind choke horses
No more losses and no toy
It's the kings of kingsly, bronx to hollywood
I'm whip, I but the g in "good"
Yo I can blow a whistle, run far beyond average
Been rapping to the man randy savage
You be the judge, come as I slam some
There's open invitation to all and some

Sticks and stones might break your bones but jd dub is gonna your mind
Ain't no need to it (let it go!) just one more time!

4: dove

I kick the choo choo so listen to the calling
stop's the body rock, here's the ticket to my clock
It's the flips, but keep your jaws on hips
>from back in the days I used to air it to the
Earn the dance step and guaranteed to the wheel to wheel
And style was the real, dig it?
I block the heckles and and gets nuff respects
Without the "bah diddy bah" I go and cash checks

Dj mase, since you got the bass, why you hit it, hit it?
Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it!

The do re, the mi phi, the sol la, the
Rocking it, it, yes he is rocking it
Tito, it!

5: tito

Smiggity smoking, no joking, turning like a token
No singer, but swinging rap like a ringer
I'm solo, like bobo, breaking like bolo
No kitten, no hitting traps for the sitting
Ducks should I mention rhyme like benson
Or hedges, I'm fuming autographs for the
Being, I'm g-ing, off like
Or keenan, live ivory, waynan, slaying?
A tv or movie, hit often move me
Like me, they got me lingers like a ? ? ?
No slipping, no on me while I'm ripping
Slam dunking like a on the bulls scottie pippen
A vocab that's no fad, I'm than glad bags
My about 2, buckaroo and yelling "go dad!"

Sticks and stones break your bones but superstar's blows your mind
Ain't no need to hold it (let it go!) one more time!

6: superstar

I get the honor to rap with some old school
Caz, whip, tito, and la
Maseo, posdnuos, trug, from the new school
A perfect blend the old and new
Superstar, did I fit in? how did I get in?
Where did I begin,
I'm from belcourt to freeport, not a west coast or five boroughs
Yeah, my name's whispered in the
I'm on stage, I write a book, flip a page
Write a chapter, and leave a hell of a
Now, I go, you know that I'm a pro, yo
You won't forget me, why, I flow

So gmc, ha, gmc, ha ha, gmc ha, gmc, ha ha
Gmc, ha huh! (yo my is sore)
Yo, get on the mic, on the mic (dammit)
Rock on the mic with rhymes galore!

Verse 7: caz

I'm a black act back to attack the wack new jack
Smack the sad sack track with the of facts
True old data, see you alligator
Raid or raider vader, cause I'm greater or rater
Made a plate of soul food, barbequed a rude dude with the
Who got screwed he chewed
But I'm a writer, you take a bite of
So up your lighter and watch me recite a
verse or two with the curse or two, yeah rehearse a cue
But first a few minutes of funk, preferably
Microphones, all I is one
to school, ten or eleven then a bottle of don
When the job is done, but stop me now
I'm on a roll, the whole stroll
And bowl the whole toll, fold the known
Patrol the fruit, toot toot the hoot
Scoot with the loot and knock a suit boots
Entertain your brain like kane, not strain to maintain my (shit) stain
Walls record us, through the borders
All the manslaughters and daughters
Who are building and chlling in the with a villian
I'm killing and illing but still in like bob
I'm democratic emphatic erratic static I'm at it
And suckers get gatted the automatic
Rhymes are plenty, styles are
Yeah, and as real as jimmy sticking jenny
If anybody knows a trick to my wig
a lick or real sick with a lyrical brick
He's a vick to get tracked off
to the grandest and you'll get slapped off
Stage, and thoroughly stomped the quickness
Now can I get a witness, I'm out