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 rocks the party like we
Get loose, get loose, sunshine get
rock, and show 'em you got juice
And have, have, have, have, have, have, fuuuuuuun!

Verse 1: la

I know it's a while since the last time
You're heard la sunshine 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 for me to out a few heads to bed
Because I'm at what somebody said
I've it through the grapevine it's been said
sunshine, can't rhyme?
Ha! that's the funniest line that I in a long 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 you're ready, get set for a to the sun
You'll be guided, and I've to become
One to total control of your soul
Young or all be bold because it's a sight to

Sticks and stones might break 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 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 kind of
So homeboys and just come follow me
I'm the pipe piper down with dub and plug three
I like my mans, is not my flow
But I gets mad respect from to glasgow
I run this up to court a minute to the sec
Cause my hoodie won't clash with whip's mockneck
So my hip-hop teachers show me the math
And after give me your goddamn autograph

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

3: whipper whip

Well the prince is my title and, I do what I do
When get beside themselves, that's when I bust two
Or three, see it doesn't to me
Cause the w-h-i-p's got an
Whipper whip, the whipster, money
Can't stand the tipster she got the hips to
Move a mountain, left on kingsly and
1345 is where I used to count
The grips in my the kind that choke horses
No losses and no toy mosses
It's the of kingsly, from bronx to hollywood
I'm whip, I but the g in "good"
Yo I can blow like a whistle, run far average
Been to the man like randy savage
You be the judge, stand as I slam some
There's open to all and then some

Sticks and stones might break your bones but jd dub is gonna blow mind
no need to hold it (let it go!) just one more time!

Verse 4:

I kick the chatanooga choo so listen to the calling
Next stop's the rock, here's the ticket to my clock
It's the flips, but keep your jaws on your
>from back in the days I used to air it to the
Earn the step and guaranteed to play the wheel to wheel
And style was the real, dig it?
I block the heckles and hecks and gets respects
Without the "bah diddy bah" I couldn't go and checks

Dj mase, you got the bass, why don't 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, styles like a token
No singer, but swinging rap like a ringer
I'm solo, bobo, breaking backs like bolo
No kitten, no hitting booby for the sitting
Ducks should I mention rhyme breezing benson
Or hedges, I'm autographs for the human
Being, I'm g-ing, off like
Or keenan, live ivory, waynan, slaying?
A tv or movie, hit singles often me
Like groove me, they got me like a ? ? ?
No slipping, no tripping on me while I'm
Slam dunking like a on the bulls scottie pippen
A that's no fad, I'm heftier than glad bags
My son's 2, buckaroo and yelling "go dad!"

Sticks and might break your bones but superstar's blows your mind
no need 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, they the new school
A blend from 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
When I'm on stage, I write a book, flip a
a chapter, and leave a hell of a phrase
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)
Rock on the mic your rhymes galore!

Verse 7: caz

Well I'm a act back to attack the wack new jack
Smack the sad sack track with the stack of
old data, see you later alligator
Raid or darth vader, cause I'm greater or rater
a plate of soul food, barbequed a rude dude with the attitude
Who got cause he chewed
But I'm a writer, you can't take a of
So light up your lighter and watch me 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 then a of don
When the job is done, but stop me now
I'm on a roll, control the whole
And bowl the whole toll, the known souls
Patrol shoot the fruit, toot the hoot
Scoot with the loot and knock a suit boots
Entertain your brain like kane, not strain to my main (shit) stain
Walls record us, break through the
All the manslaughters and kidnap
Who are building and chlling in the building with a
I'm killing and illing but still in like bob
I'm democratic emphatic erratic 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 anybody a trick to slip my wig
With a or real sick with a lyrical brick
He's a bound 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