Luyện nghe bài hát Stix Stonz

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

Verse 1: la

I know it's been a while the last time
You're heard la sunshine pick up the and rhyme
But now I think it's time to go for
So you can sit back, relax, max and unwind
Because it's for me to out a few heads to bed
Because I'm upset at somebody said
I've heard it through the it's been said
sunshine, can't rhyme?
Ha! that's the funniest line that I in a long time
The wanna be that 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
You'll be guided, and I've decided to
One to total control of your soul
or all be bold because it's a sight to behold

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

2: posdnuos

Now you can bet I'm first kick a watt
Soul son, plug one, posdnuos I'm top
Forward, backstep, got on the brain
So I'm leafy, peasy, and I act of sane
So homeboys and just come follow me
I'm the fried pipe down with dub and plug three
I like my mans, freestyle is not my
But I gets mad respect from norfolk to
I run this up to about a minute to the sec
Cause my hoodie won't clash with whipper mockneck
So my hip-hop please show me the math
And after this give me goddamn autograph

Whipper whip, you can make the microphone
Walking around sporting diamond ring
All the ladies you as an mc king
So get on the mic and tell 'em it 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 doesn't to me
Cause the got an army
whip, the whipster, money gripster
Can't stand the tipster she got the hips to
Move a mountain, on kingsly and fountain
1345 is where I used to them
The grips in my the kind that choke horses
No losses and no toy mosses
the kings of kingsly, from bronx to hollywood
I'm whip, I but the g in "good"
Yo I can like a whistle, run far beyond average
Been to the man like randy savage
You be the judge, come stand as I some
open invitation to all and then some

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

Verse 4:

I the chatanooga choo choo so listen to the calling
Next stop's the body rock, here's the to my clock
It's the flips, but keep your 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 nuff respects
Without the "bah diddy bah" I couldn't go and 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!

Verse 5:

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 booby traps for the
Ducks should I mention breezing like benson
Or hedges, I'm fuming autographs for the
Being, I'm g-ing, off keying
Or keenan, live ivory, waynan, who's
A tv or movie, hit often move me
Like groove me, they got me lingers a ? ? ?
No slipping, no tripping on me I'm ripping
Slam dunking a donut on the bulls scottie pippen
A vocab that's no fad, I'm heftier than bags
My son's about 2, buckaroo and "go dad!"

Sticks and stones might break your bones but superstar's blows mind
no need to hold it (let it go!) just one more time!

Verse 6:

I get the honor to rap some old school greats
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 from belcourt 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 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)
on the mic with your rhymes galore!

Verse 7: caz

Well I'm a black act back to the wack new jack
Smack the sad sack with the stack of facts
True old data, see you alligator
Raid or raider darth vader, I'm greater or rater
Made a plate of food, barbequed a rude dude with the attitude
Who got screwed cause he
But I'm a writer, you can't a bite of
So up your lighter and watch me recite a
Dope verse or two with the or two, yeah rehearse a cue
But first a few minutes of funk, seven
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, control the stroll
And bowl the whole toll, fold the known
Patrol shoot the fruit, toot the hoot
Scoot with the and knock a cute suit boots
Entertain your brain kane, not strain to maintain my main (shit) stain
record us, break through the borders
All the and kidnap daughters
Who are building and chlling in the with a villian
I'm and illing but still in like bob dylan
I'm democratic emphatic static I'm good at it
And get gatted with the automatic
Rhymes are plenty, are many
Yeah, and that's as real as sticking jenny
If knows a trick to slip my wig
With a lick or real sick with a lyrical
a vick bound to get tracked off
Step to the and you'll get slapped off
Stage, and thoroughly stomped the quickness
Now can I get a witness, I'm out