Luyện nghe bài hát Stix Stonz

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

Verse 1: la

I know it's been a while since the 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 it's time for me to out a few to bed
Because I'm upset at what said
I've heard it through the it's been said
That sunshine, rhyme?
Ha! that's the funniest line that I heard in a time
The wanna be me's that they I sound off
I'm not off beat, I'm totally unique and it sounds real
So if ready, get set for a trip to the sun
You'll be guided, and decided to become
One to take total control of your
Young or all be bold it's a sight to behold

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

2: posdnuos

Now you can bet that I'm kick a watt
son, plug one, posdnuos I'm top notch
Forward, backstep, got cabbage on the
So I'm leafy, peasy, and I act of sane
So homeboys and girls just follow me
I'm the fried piper down with dub and plug three
I my mans, freestyle is not my flow
But I gets mad respect from to glasgow
I run this up to 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 this give me your goddamn autograph

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

Verse 3: whip

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

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

4: dove

I kick the chatanooga choo choo so to the calling
Next stop's the body rock, the ticket to my clock
the flips, but keep your jaws on your hips
>from back in the days I used to air it to the
Earn the dance step and guaranteed to play the wheel to
And wild was the real, dig it?
I block the heckles and hecks and gets respects
Without the "bah bah" I couldn't 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, rocking it, yes he is it
Tito, it!

5: tito

Smiggity smoking, no joking, styles like a token
No singer, but swinging rap lyric like a
I'm solo, like bobo, breaking backs like
No kitten, no hitting booby traps for the
Ducks should I mention rhyme breezing like
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 singles often me
Like groove me, got me lingers like a ? ? ?
No slipping, no tripping on me while I'm
Slam dunking like a donut on the scottie pippen
A that's no fad, I'm heftier than glad bags
My son's about 2, and yelling "go dad!"

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

Verse 6:

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?
did I begin, sin?
I'm known from to freeport, not a west coast or five boroughs
Yeah, my whispered in the ghettos
I'm on stage, I write a book, flip a page
Write a chapter, and leave a hell of a
Now, before I go, you that I'm a pro, yo
You forget me, why, because 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

Well I'm a black act back to attack the new jack
Smack the sad sack with the stack of facts
True old data, see you alligator
Raid or raider darth vader, cause I'm or rater
Made a plate of soul food, barbequed a rude dude the attitude
Who got screwed he chewed
But I'm a writer, you can't a bite of
So light up your and watch me recite a
Dope or two with the curse or two, yeah rehearse a cue
But first a few minutes of funk, seven
Microphones, all I is one
Mc's to school, ten or eleven 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 shoot the fruit, toot the hoot
Scoot with the loot and knock a cute suit
Entertain your brain like kane, not strain to maintain my (shit) stain
record us, break through the borders
All the manslaughters and kidnap
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 with the automatic
are plenty, styles are many
Yeah, and that's as real as jimmy sticking
If anybody knows a trick to my wig
With a lick or sick with a lyrical brick
a vick bound to get tracked off
Step to the and you'll get slapped off
Stage, and thoroughly stomped with the
Now can I get a witness, I'm out